In Character Roleplay

[Lost]

|Emrys Harcourt|


The young prince sighed. "Look, I know you're mad Mr. Poricue..." He trailed off as he saw his teacher's face. Forget Malice. He thought, grinning, Mr. Poricue is a man to be feared. He knew his amused, unapologetic attitude didn't exactly improve his situation, but he couldn't help himself. He liked Robert, and though his temper was flared, Emrys hardly feared the man. He wasn't like Malice; he cared for the kids. He just showed it in his own way.


Unfortunately, that way included chastising him for his ill-behavior.


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[Ms. Sparrow]

Timeskip!
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The Ball: 8:30 PM


Just as the night before, the ball was as grand as ever, maybe even grander, it seemed Malice was determined to make his celebration grand, and one to certainly be remembered. His celebration for being a King would not go unremembered, and certainly not his reign, where people were already naming him "The Mad King". 


The white ore and gold ballroom decorated as the night before, the beautiful orchestra played in the corner, the three musicians from the night before, Malice seemed to favor them. 


A dessert table on another side of the room, with cakes and pastries of all sorts, dough balls, cream buns, chocolate rolls, etc. Ladies in corseted dresses some only dreamed of, dressed in bright silks and chiffons billowing with each step. They spun and twirled, their partners dressed in black and white, taking their hands and sweeping them into dance as they spun and twirled to the orchestra. It was quite lively, and had a nice air to it, despite the circumstances. 


In one corner of the ballroom, nobles that wanted to make sure they kept there lively living praised and sucked up to Malice, whom was dressed in his usual formal attire once more. Dressed in all black. Not boring black but dashing black. His sleek midnight hair pulled back into a ponytail. A spector of high cheekbones, showing traces of long dimples. And even across the room...his eyes blazed black, eyes so dark one could have gotten lost in them, if they weren't so dead, cold, and empty. He wore a formal suitcoat, all black. His cloak rippling straight behind him, just grazing the marble floor.


Even palace workers were allowed to attended, including the tutor and head of the royal guard. Although servants and guards were still on duty, guards stood at random places in the palace, watching silently, or joking around in a group, knowing full well that nobody dared cause trouble with Malice in the room, despite Bramble's failed heist the night before, which ended up ruining the ball. Servants frantically rushed around, formally dressed, but serving those that sat out dances, occasionally refilling the dessert table. 

Bramble popped chocolate covered strawberry into her mouth, her expression of annoyed boredom. Her yellow-green eyes flicked around the room, noble ladies attempted to flock Owain, ogling and fawning over him like lovesick puppies, Malice interacted with other nobles and rich snobs, who really only cared about the currency they made these days, even if they kissed ass to someone such as Malice, whom was not easy to please. 


Bramble had begged Emyrs to attend, he needed the excitement, considering he had been affected harshly by there parents deaths, as had all of them, except Bramble put up a strong front, and didn't change whatsoever. On the outside. The rest of the siblings had been forbidden to attend the ball, since they were too young, and the ballroom was off limits to them, even being watched by guards so they didn't cause another scandal in the ballroom. 


She was currently sitting out one of her less favored dances, the polka which was a fast paced dance, which made you hop and spin around at a breakneck speed. completely breathless. Bramble had been dancing for the past half hour as it was, and needed a break. And was now being flicked with two gentlemen, the two discussing politics with Dwalip and such, Bramble hardly listened to them at this point. 


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((Sorry if I forgot anyone, in a rush))

 

[Nidelia]

Owain grinned at the ladies fawning over him, all the while trying to get away from them.  "Pardon me ladies, I've got to be somewhere," he lied through his teeth as he wormed his way out of the group of ladies and let out a long exasperated sigh of relief.  Now was not the time to be courting anyone, not while Malice still held the throne, plus for all he knew, Maiice would take it as a sign of rebellion and kill him or his siblings for actually courting a woman.  He made his way over to his sister Bramble and sighed.  "Enjoying the ball, my dear sister?" he asked with a soft gentle smile, more worry than happiness on his face.  He'd of course heard about her stunt, even witnessing it.  He wanted to ensure it was NOT going to happen again.  If his siblings kept pulling stunts the way they were, they'd end up with their own lives ended.  Then again, he was pretty sure at least a couple of them wanted that at this point, with the grief of their parents hitting them so hard.

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Abigail sat up on the stage playing her Clarinet.  The Polka, on a clarinet, who knew?  But she was doing it, all the while with a bright smile, at least as much as she could, on her face as she watched everyone dancing to the sound of the music.  She was happy to see people enjoy music as much as she did.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Bramble twirled a small dark lock that had freed itself from her, loose braided crown braid that wrapped into a pretty, loose bun, that allowed some dark strands of hair, framing her face. Lord Howell, the one who droned on about politics, put his face right in hers, snapping her to attention, and she fixed a celery green glare on him, although he didn't seem to notice as he droned on. Lord Howell had thick sideburns and a mustache, and was so arrogant he wouldn't even acknowledge Owain as he approached, Bramble opened her mouth to respond to Owain, but never got the chance. 


  “...if the King raised the taxes on your imports and exports,” said Lord Howell as he picked up a dough ball, reaching intentionally behind Bramble, his hand brushing her corseted waist intentionally, and stuffing his face with several dough balls at once.  Bramble's eyes narrowed dangerously, trodding hard on his foot, although her dance slippers made it impossible to do much damage. “Tax and two-point-five variable percentage rate—”



“The King has already raised the taxes to an stupidly high amount,” Bramble snapped. Lord Howell sputtered at her cold tone but pressed on.



“If I were king,” he said, “I could change that.” He pushed a sly smile. It made his mustache bristle.



Bramble stepped around him and at her brother side, turning with impeccable grace to face him. She smiled broadly at him, the sort of smile where she knew her dimples showed deeply.



“Lord Howell,” she said. “Why don’t you tell the King about that marvelous three-party system you were explaining earlier? He’d love to hear it.”



Lord Howley stuffed a chocolate donut halfway into his face. “I don’t think he likes me very much,” he said.



“He’s that way to everyone. Besides—” Bramble clasped her hands together, still beaming. “It would impress him!”



“Do you think so?” Lord Howell brightened.



“Aye, He loves it when people tell him how to run the country.”



Lord Howell strode off to find the King, who's eyes narrowed at Bramble and Owain dangerously. She tore her eyes away quickly, turning her back to him. 


Bramble turned and grinned wryly at her brother, Owain. 


"How's the ladies Owain?" Bramble said with a devilish grin, ignoring his question. She didn't want to answer it, she wanted to try and forget the break down from earlier this morning. She turned and looked at the flock of ladies whispered and giggling, staring at Owain. Bramble snickered, a mischievous light in her yelllow-green eyes. 


"Ha! She eats more then Jessamine!" Bramble said, indicating to Lady Orpington a pudgy, arrogant woman filthy rich, who boldly waved seductively at Orwain from across the ballroom and winked, clutching half a cream bun her other hand. Bramble attempted to suppress her laughter. Everybody wanted Orwain, others assumed Orwain wasn't going to make it, and Malice would kill him eventually, and went for Bramble instead. All for one thing. 


The throne. 


@Nidelia

 

[Kiowa]

♔ Elisa Harcourt ♔
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True to her word, Elisa did sneak off. But not quite as she had planned. Wearing loose trousers, shirt cloak and her riding boots, she'd put a loose head collar onto her horse and led it to the gardens. She wasn't going to ride, just watch from outside. With the rope she had, she;d tied her horse to a tree, leaving enough slack on it so it would be able to graze on to the grass that was outside. Elisa however, was only around a meter away, sat on the window sill watching the ball inside. All the women dressed up looking like Christmas trees and the men looking like Prince Charmings. It amused her greatly, it didn't take her long before she saw her older brother with all the women, why that was no surprise at all. Rolling her eyes she glanced around from outside seeing Bramble. She looked so pretty, so graceful, if she were ever to become Queen she'd defiantly look the part, but her temper would need dimming down slightly. yet Elisa wouldn't change her sister for the world. Occasionally leaning over and stroking her horses head, Elisa kept herself sat outside the window looking in. She didn't care if Malice saw her, after all, she hadn't attend the ball, she was just watching. No harm in that, right?

 

[Nidelia]

Owain grimaced at his sisters words to the nobleman.  Once he was out of earshot and he noticed the death glare from Malice, ignoring his sisters own question he grabbed her firmly, but gently so as not to harm her, by the arm and dragged her to an empty portion of the room out of ear shot from everyone.  "What are you thinking Bramble?!" he asked in hushed tones.  "By doing these things you are putting not only your life, but mine and the others' lives in danger!  Do you want to see him kill little Willow?!  Or Liam?!" he scolded.  While he didn't like Lord Howell anymore than she did, she was going about everything in the wrong fashion, a fashion that would end up with them all dead.  He was looking her sternly in the eyes with a look that she knew, if she ignored what he was saying and didn't give him a good response back, he'd be forcing her to leave the ball to be with the rest of their siblings.  He almost could not believe she was his eldest younger sibling, nor did he want to think she was the way she was acting right now.


"You are acting out of turn Bramble.  Mother and Father would not be pleased if they were here to see how you are attempting to spoil any chance we have of reclaiming the kingdom," he said in an even quieter tone that she would actually have to strain to hear over the music.  "One more incident and I will be forced to confine you to your room and you won't be able to go anywhere except lessons, do you understand me?" he asked, still looking her in the eyes with the same stern big brother look.

( @Ms. Sparrow )
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[HeckingHeck]

Robert Poricue
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It had been a long day to him. The alcohol at the banquet tables with chocolate raisins to the side were tempting though he decided against it for the sake of being sober. The Ball was a dangerous Battlefield full of lords and Malice himself. One wrong move could get them all killed or worse, imprisoned! The cells were no welcoming place, he had made note of that when he was toured the cells after the shift of power.
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He stated down at Lord Howell, wondering what schemes he may be up to and then at the other children running rampant at the Ball. It was civilized of course. He stared at Owain, the eldest son. Owain was the one Robert understood the most. He was calm and stern to a reasonable degree and had the kingdom first. Scolding Lord Howell wasn't the right move of course. Howell was no man to be told what to do, especially by the idiocy of the royals. Robert stared at him Sharply before walking off giving his greetings and pledge to Malice. It was customary to address the Lord and host of the ball, especially if it was the king himself. 
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Robert walked off to find Malice, perhaps it would keep him distracted from the Children. Perhaps he could find information about and from him. He had to watch his tongue and temper of course, like a slip of the bleed, a loose tongue could kill them all.
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[Lost]

|Emrys Harcourt|


Emrys scowled. All this dancing, this socializing, weren't improving his mood. The only reason he had deemed it necessary to attend was because his sister asked him to. While he hated balls, Bramble had begged him to come, and he never could say no to her. He feigned excitement, if only to make his sister happy.


As soon as Bramble was out of sight, however, he quickly dropped the facade. His demeanor turned somewhat sour, and nearly every aspect of his person made him appear unapproachable Sitting in a stuffy room with nobles who did nothing but suck up to Malice tended to inspire such an attitude. The young prince had half a mind to leave rather than sit here with them. He would stay, though. He didn't want to make Bramble's efforts to cheer him up feel wasted, regardless of the company he was in. His only fear was that, if Malice appeared before him, he wouldn't be able to keep his cool.


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[madame moiselle]

~Tobias King~

(I'm actually doing this on phone, so don't mind the mistakes please xD)


"Come on, Tobias! You've got to stop sulking and have some fun. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, after all."


Lemuel's voice was insistent, and the guy wasn't going to stop rambling on about it. Tobias stood stubbornly, leaning against a pillar, his arms crossed, shaking his head, annoyed and irritated. "For the last time, Lemuel, I won't. I don't feel like dancing and getting drunk," he said. "Besides," continued Tobias, glancing over Lemuel's shoulder, seeing the same servant girl from the mess hall earlier, standing in a modest but pretty-looking beige gown. "Don't you have someone to take care of?" Lemuel glanced over his shoulder, spotting her, waiting for a gentleman (more or less) to join her for a dance. "Clarissa? I know, I know. But I just don't want to see my friend spend the rest of this, once again, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity just sulking in the corner and miss his chance to have some fun."


Tobias sighed. There's no time for fun anymore, he thought, recalling his chilling confrontation with Malice, the poison in the vial, and most of all, the veiled threat Malice had made against Lemuel. Tobias knew Lemuel was a true friend, even when he didn't seem like it. Lemuel truly wanted Tobias to relax for once and enjoy life. Thats what Laura had always wanted for him too.


Tobias glanced at Lemuel's hopeful face, and gave out a big sigh. "Fine," he answered. "But don't expect too much; I'm not drinking more than a pint or two." Lemuel feigned shock, dramatically putting his hand on his heart, proclaiming, "How dare you imply such a thing! I would never." Tobias laughed at this, and felt a weight heave off his shoulders, as they joined the joviality.


Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.


Tobias and Lemuel shared a pint or two of wine before Lemuel went off to charm his lady. Tobias smirked as he drank a little more of his wine, watching Lemuel and Clarissa dance to the melodies, Lemuel's movements smooth and synchronized, while Clarissa fumbled and even stepped on hee gentleman's foot a couple times. Good-naturedly, Lemuel laughed it off, and they continued to dance, until the grand finale, where Lemuel surprised his partner withna classic dip at the end, and moments later, they shared an intimate kiss. 


Tobias wondered how Lemuel could act so well around women; all it took was a few honeyed words, a gentlemanly character and a passionate kiss to catch a woman's attention. Tobias wasn't sure he had it in him to act like Lemuel. In fact, he wasn't sure if he even wanted to be like Lemuel. 


At one point, Lemuel started to suggest Tobias dance, which instantly meant to find a partner. Tobias hastily refused, knowing he danced as if he had two left feet. And besides, the servant girls were too busy with their tasks, and the noblewomen would never accept an offer to dance by a unworthy, low-status guard like Tobias. 


Tobias had worn rather modestly, with a simple, white blouse, black pants and shoes, all washed and polished thanks to Clarissa, who had volunteered to clean them. Tobias kept his distance from the others, especially from Malice. Tobias kept a weary eye out for the King; even though he was enjoying himself, it didn't mean that the worries hadn't gone away. His heart and mind still remained unsettled, wondering if Malice's threat on Lemuel was legit or not. 


A bout of giggling and fawning nearby caused Tobias to shake out of his deep-thinking, and the guard turned to see a small crowd of ladies, all exquisitely dressed, swooning over Owain Harcourt, royal heartthrob and every woman's dream apparently. Tobias couldn't help but feel the slightest, slightest bit jealous. He really needed to socialize more.


Tobias's gaze followed Owain, as the prince made it towards a familiar, sharp-eyed, feisty-spirited young woman.


Princess Bramble.


Tobias couldn't help but gaze at her in awe. Her soft, wavy hair cascaded down her elegant shoulders, her golden-green eyes seemed to brighten with more spirit than ever before, and her smooth skin glowed in the auburn light. 


Tobias averted his eyes quickly, reddening, hoping she hadn't caught him staring. He couldn't help but wonder, and muster up the courage to ask her to dance. But the fear of being rejected kept him in his place, and soon, he was having a stupid, small inner battle non whether he should ask, or if he shouldn't.


Instantly, Lemuel came up from behind him, face rosy from beer, grinning like a fool. "Clarissa dances like..like the devil," he said, laughing, putting an arm over his friend's shoulders. He noticed Tobias's hesitant look, and gaze on a particular woman (but he was drunk, so he didn't realize it was Bramble) and a sly grin overtook his visage. "Look," he said, straightening. "If you want her, you want her. There's no second-guessing, or hesitating, or any shit like that. Just ask her already! You'll only regret it in the future."


Tobias struggled to resist the urge of rolling his eyes at his friend's drunken state. Not even an hour, and this guy manages to get high. At Lemuel's advice (again, questionable), Tobias gave it a thought, and knew, miraculously, that even in a drunken state, Lemuel was right yet again. Tobias had to take this chance, knowing he'll regret it if he doesn't. Mustering up courage, Tobias left Lemuel, heading straight for Bramble.


@Lost 


(I'll post Debkrah's P.O.V tomorrow; and also, it won't let me tag any one except, miraculously, for Lost xP)

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Bramble took another look at Owain's face and didn't see the same amusement she was feeling, Bramble allowed herself to be dragged into a rather empty corner of the ballroom, over by a window, outside, white snow flakes began to stick to the ground. 


Bramble dunked her head guiltily as he scolded her, imagining Malice killing Liam, or tiny Willow, just an infant. Malice could after all. He had no use for the younger ones. Bramble pressed her lips thinly together as he mentioned Mother and Father. She didn't listen to anyone. Unless it was her parents or Owain. "Fine." She said sheepishly, giving in and having the decency to look ashamed. For about 10 seconds. 


She raised her chin, coloring angrily. "We can't just do nothing! This is what he wants--" Bramble said in a hushed whisper, cutting off as she caught some movement outside, looking out the window, Bramble nearly leapt away from the window from surprise at seeing Elisa. 


But instead of scolding her, Bramble grinned, some form of pride in her eyes, typical Bramble fashion. She slid the window up just slightly, to speak to her, snow sticking to Elisa's clothing. "Oh joy--" Bramble was cut off as footsteps approached from behind, Bramble turned around quickly, shielding Elise from sight. 


Lady DeLange approached, another lady who vied for the throne by trying her brothers attention, a particularly moist woman, who would've been pretty if her face wasn't red, and sweating. She was always sweating. 


Ignoring Bramble as if she simply didn't exist, DeLange stepped in between Bramble and her brother. 


"I must say Owain, you look absolutely dashing!" Delange complemented, beaming, looking thrilled to be speaking to Owain. Bramble rolled her eyes behind her, stepping aside to block Elise from DeLange's sight, Delange was too busy fawning over Owain to notice. 


Delange barreled on. "I must say your the most attractive in fact, it'd be a shame to see such a handsome face not dance, I bet your marvelous." She said with a broad smile. 


"Oh, now, lets not go overboard." Bramble muttered. 


Lady Delange turned and shot a brown eyed glare at Bramble before looking back at Owain with a pleasant smile. "Do you discuss politics?" She asked, dabbing at her face. "I love politics, I know all about them, such as Relandra should strengthen there ties with Dwalip, if the King were to tie the five kingdoms closer together..." Delange barreled on, trying to show her expertise of politics and why she was perfect for the throne. If Malice died before Owain that was. 


Bramble stood behind Delange and pretended to pour tea on her head as Delange dabbed at the thin sheen of sweat of her forehead, her hair matted to her face. 


Across the ballroom, Emyrs began to get some young ladies to crowd him, mainly being snobs, flirting with him, flocking him from Bramble's view. 


At the feeling of eyes on her, she turned, and dropped her hands from above Delange's head instantly as Tobias started to approach from across the ballroom, an odd, unfamiliar light in Bramble's eyes as she stared at him, a supressing a smile at seeing him taking in his modest attire, polished and clean looking.  Thrilled he had attended the ball, feeling her heartbeat wanting to jump out of her corset. Not the normal boring suitcoats of suitors and lords. Although she found herself missing his normal look more, although he looked completely ripping how he was at the moment. 


Bramble realized she was staring when Mr. Hyette stepped in front of her, a tall, gangly fellow whom only found Elisa worth his time, however, the throne was in his interest. Like everyone else she met.  Bramble let out a huff of irritation. She was so tired of these boring, rotten gentleman. 


Not like Tobias. 


Bramble made to maneuver around Mr.Hyette and almost did, but a strong hand took her and held her back. Mr. Hyette. Her white skirts rustled at being stopped. 



“I say,” he said, smiling his very white smile and pulling her a touch closer. “You don’t look half bad in the light. It brings out a nice touch to your eyes.”



“Oh, brother," said Bramble, exasperated, trying to tug her hand away gently. “Mr. Hyette, please.”



“You don’t find me handsome?”



“I don't think anybody does.”



Mr. Hyette’s smile faded.
“Now see here,” he said. “You certainly have no right to be picky. Everyone knows the only way to get the throne is through your brother, who will probably end up dead, or you. Nobody really wants to marry you. ”



“Well, if we're playing that game, I don't really like you much either." said Bramble. She tried pulling her hand free again.



“So your father had to advertise for suitors for you back when he was alive. Not your brother. And after meeting your rambunctious family, I can see why. Your pretty sister is the only one worth my time. However, if you are nice to me perhaps I’ll consider marrying you.”


((Sorry, I gotta get to bed xD. I fell asleep writing on accident.))


@Lost @Kiowa @Esther_Silvers @Nidelia

 

[Nidelia]

Owain did his best not to outwardly show disgust to Delange as she started to speak with him.  He then began to eaves drop and see what Mr. Hyette was doing and saying to his sister.  "Pardon me Delange, if you will excuse me, I would love to stand here and speak politics, but I am needed elswhere," he says making his way around her to Mr. Hyette and he grabbed the man's arm.  "That is neither the proper way to speak or treat a lady of my sister's status, under any circumstances," he says turning to his sister.  "Nor is that how you speak to a nobleman Bramble," he said in a tone that would warn her that she was treading on the last line before it was out the door for her.  "As for my sisters Elisa and Bramble, Mr. Hyette, neither of them find you attractive, and neither do any of the ladies from the five kingdoms.  Perhaps you should try to figure out why that is, instead of preying on the younger ones thinking they'll submit to you simply because of your age and status and the necessity to marry," he says looking Mr. Hyette in the eye daring him to challenge him.


Unlike his younger sisters Owain knew what his job was.  It was to, as best he could given the situation, fill in where his father could not, defend his sister's honors, and pride, and for all intents and purposes, politics wise of course, make sure they have proper suitors that will not treat them like they are their personal carpets.

( @Ms. Sparrow )
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[Kinzu Hekmatyar]

Sarah Harcourt 
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Sarah leaned on the doors of the ball,  and to be honest she didn't really understand all the hype of these things. She would make her way out into the cold night, outside, then naturally, dress with an extra layer or so to her earlier attire, the new snowflakes made her shiver. She would shuffle around outside she wanted to at least see it, that when she spied her sister Elisa horse first. Confused to how the horse got outside, but it soon became clear when she saw her sister peering into the ballroom. Just from first glance, Sarah could see her sister back to them briefly with the commotion inside as the stranger manhandling Bramble. Picking up a rock and preparing it for a toss through the window and at the offending man, however the action was halted after her brother had intervened. Lowering her projectile as she would just sit by a tree a distance from Elisa and her horse, tucking her knees to her chest and observed as her mind went to work processing what it saw.She wonders if she would have a chance to do what her older sibling doing, tilting her head to the side "hmmm?" perhaps she thought but she didn't want to marry. They would take away her ability to do as she pleased, then she'll have to deal with babies the storks delivered to her. 
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Sarah bit her thumb lightly, cons ,would she even be poplour among her other siblings after all she the fifth in line . What did she offer a lover being as a fifth in line to be honest she couldn't offering anything to them,as she wasn't going to be sitting on the throne. This sent her into a thought about her prcons,while looking absent-mindedly looking at her sister Elisa. 
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@Kiowa  @Ms. Sparrow  @Nidelia
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[Ms. Sparrow]

 Bramble's eyes flared bright yellow, and she opened her, which would've undoubtedly whipped like a viper if Owain hadn't interfered. Mr. Hyette released her hand instantly, as Owain grabbed his arm, as if he'd been shot. Bramble feigned a look of innocence as her brother scolded her, a hint of a wry smile to it. Mr. Hyette met Owain's challenging stare for a length moment, before turning and storming off, petulant. 


"Rotter," Bramble said, staring after him. "I hope he chokes!" Bramble said in a low voice, nearly a whisper, standing next to Owain. She gave a nudge to Owain with her elbow, seeing not only Elise but Sarah outside the window as well. He would know what to do. He always knew how to make things right. 


Remembering Tobias, Bramble prayed he hadn't overheard the conversation between Mr. Hyette and Owain and herself. Generally she would've kicked someone like Hyette, but didn't want to step out of line with Malice about. 


Branble dipped a curtsy, her thin strand of balance infuriatingly perfect, in greeting to Tobias. When she straightened, she was grinning. "Tobias." Bramble said in greeting fashion, her eyes were smiling. 

 

[Kiowa]

♔ Elisa Harcourt ♔
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Her heart almost skipping a beat when Bramble got to the window, she chuckled slightly wrapping her cloak round her to keep warm from the snow that was starting to fall. Her brows soon dropped when the disgusting woman came over trying to 'woo' her brother over. It wasn't that Elisa didn't want her Owain to find someone, she just knew what the women were like who went to these kind of things. Either want your money or want, well the throne. It still amazed her that they tried, considering Malice was on the throne it wasn't likely they were going to be showered in riches any time soon. She kept watching a listening, but she was slightly harder to see now due to pulling her navy blue cloak up. She almost faded into the night of the gardens, only her face showing colour. But then her face turned to horror when Mr.Hyette turned up. Chills down her spine, Elisa almost fell from the window. He was a horrible man, preying for the throne on younger kids. Elisa was practically an adult in her own mind, she could make her own decisions now but she was still a child. Her smile grew slightly when Bramble told him to choke though, it made her laugh slightly, in a strange way. Her eyes strayed away from the ball, she just sat on the window staring forwards her feet occasionally bumping the wall before she took hold of her horse, gently ruffling it's mane. She hadn't quite noticed Brambles nudging to Owain, whoops.

@Nidelia @Ms. Sparrow
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[Nidelia]

Owain watched as Mr. Hyette quickly made for the other side of the room away from him.  He did his best not to smile at the man's hurt pride as he looked at Bramble just in time for her to nudge him and point out Elisa in the window.  He sighed exasperatedly as he made his way over to the window and opened it, thankfully it opened inward, not outward.  "Elisa," he said shaking his head.  "It is cold out tonight, I understand you wish to see the ball, but tonight is not your night.  Now get down from the window sill and head back inside, if you do not I will come out to fetch you myself," he says all the while the first part of his lecture was good natured and light hearted, but he made sure that the last part about fetching her was stern so that she knew it was true, but his eyes showed her that he wasn't overly made or upset with her, merely that he needed her to listen and go back inside.

( @Kiowa @Ms. Sparrow )
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[Kiowa]

♔ Elisa Harcourt ♔
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Elisa glanced up to Owain before her faced screwed up into a frown.She glanced to Bramble, but she was to busy being in love with Tobias. Typical but cute where the two words that sank into her mind. Elisa's eyes just stared at Owain. "It's never going to be our night. By the time it is we'll probably be dead anyway." Something had struck Elisa, she just hadn't got the will to care much that night. Probably seeing Mr. Hyette again. She jumped down from the window and pulled the hood of her cloak up pulling her horse to her side as she looked back at Owain. "Never mind ay. I'll just go ride somewhere, enjoy the ball Owain, you too Bramble remember to kiss him!" She huffed out before her voice perked up as she shouted to Bramble. She wasn't meaning to be rude or cruel, she just wanted to watch that was all. Quickly she hopped up onto her horse and began to trot off, almost running over little Sarah. Halting she gazed down and offered out her hand. "Come on you, lets go for a ride, eh?" Her smile widened seeing she wasn't the only one who snuck out.

@Nidelia @Ms. Sparrow @Kinzu Hekmatyar
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❁ Jade Thyme ❁
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Jade had been in the ballroom since the beginning. Standing literally side by side the throne as she waited for an order from Malice. Her face was shallow as she kept a tray of wine in her hand ready for the 'King' to take a glass when and wherever he ordered to have it. Her eyes were soft as she gazed round the room however, she didn't know how people were going to perceive her being the personal servant to Malice, would they think she was just as bad as he was, or feel sorry for her having to work for the cruel man so up close. Even so her eyes fluttered around the room, looking to each and everyone person, her smile grew as she saw the Royal children were enjoying their evening, along with everyone else, but she couldn't join in. She simply stood in her black thin gown, waiting.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

 


Bramble colored a slight pink, her cheeks flushing even more, her tightly strung corset already flushed her cheeks before hand as Elise yelled out to kiss Tobias, flushing and embarrassed. She grabbed a dough ball of the table and threw it out the open window. Those rotten little spies!


"Good riddance the both of you!" she shouted back, not loud enough to alarm anyone however, the dough ball bouncing of Elise's shoulder as she mounted the horse, all good-naturally fun though. 


@Kiowa @Nidelia @Esther_Silvers

 

[madame moiselle]

~Tobias King~





(Once again, I am forced to write on the phone. The computer right now is down, so I can't use it. Be warned, there will be mistakes! At least there's autocorrect. Thank God for autocorrect.)


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Tobias was standing there, like an idiot, his body frozen, just as Bramble came up to him, bowing, her composure and balance perfect, just like her.


Say hello back, you idiot! Yelled out a frantic and furious voice in his head, and he snapped out of his trance, and bowed back, rigid yet respectful, just as any soldier would.


"Princess Bramble," he answered back, his voice surprisingly smooth.


Before he could ask her to dance, a girl's voice, recognisably Princess Elise's voice, called out from outside, and at the suggestion of kissing, it made Tobias let out a chuckle, slightly embarrassed, but mostly amused. Bramble's face reddened, and she turned around instantly, dough projectile in hand, and threw out the window, yelling, "Good riddance the both of you!"


Tobias couldn't help but laugh.


He just loved the way the princess's eyes sparked with happiness, and the way her face lit up in a good-natured grin, as if all the burdens and dangers of the world could never dampen the spirit within her. It made Tobias wish he could go back to being the same jokester of a child, a prankster, someone who wasn't afraid to rise up against other forces, and not be silenced. Alas, Tobias had been silenced, the day he had lost and fount everything and that side of him had been dormant for way too long. Bramble reminded him of all things he was in the past, of what he is now, and what he could be in the future. Tobias smiled softly, remembering the small snip he had heard of Bramble and Sir Hyette, an unpleasant noble who's selfish desires could almost match to those of Malice's. He was a pig-of-a-man, and Lemuel loved to taunt the noble of his failed attempts to catch a woman's eye, unlike Lemuel himself. Tobias kept his opinions to himself obviously, and let out a small laugh as Bramble gave a well-deserved lashing of stingy words to Hyette. Unfortunately, it was another failed attempt, and the man left Bramble alone as Owain came to her rescue, only to be caught in the same trap as a pompous, plump and visibly perspirating Mistress Delange swooned over the prince.


Still managing to stop laughing, Tobias let out his hand to Bramble, his blue eyes alight with amusement and joviality. It was a look that one would not see too often on his face, but it made him look even handsomer than before. 


"Would Her Highness accept the offer of a dance from a lowly officer such as myself?" He used the term 'Highness' on purpose, knowing it was well forbidden, but at that moment, he didn't have a care in the world. Tobias smiled as he bowed low, his voice light-hearted and inviting. 


The only question is, was she going to accept?


@Ms. Sparrow


@Lost


@Kiowa


@SirGrey


@Nidelia


@Kinzu Hekmatyar


Gonna post Deborah's P.O.V after my break )

 

[Nidelia]

Owain let out a long exasperated sigh as his sister took off on her horse.  He knew it would do no good to try to go after her right then, so he decided that he was going to have a meeting with all of his siblings first thing in the morning.  He looked back to Bramble to witness her having a guard ask for her hand to dance.  This time he actually smiled.  That was the respect his sister deserved.  Plus she was obviously very attracted to the gentleman.  He decided to go find Emrys, to see how he was doing.


"Hey, Emrys, how are you holding up?" he asks him as he grabs a drink from one of the tables and begins to sip it.  

( @Ms. Sparrow @Esther_Silvers @Lost )
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[SirGrey]

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Darren Carson
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Darren wandered around the ball with his fancy suit which he had been forced to wear. The collar kept scratching at his neck, hence his constant pulling. The servants were told they would be serving drink tonight, that they should be on there best manner and to make sure the guest didn't have to ask them for a drink. It was a treat to see everyone out in their best clothes, though he did see a few forced smiles on face. This ball could on generate enough cheer in the people to keep the nagging voice of reality from becoming too loud. As he wondered around he caught a glimpse outside the window. Sarah and Elisa Harcourt. They seemed uninterested in the part overall. Darren could relate. Dancing never was his strong suit, and romance wasn't it either. He would rather be doing more of his shadowy work. Still deciding to break the rules. Going around the ball door, he snuck out through with some of the other guests. Hearing Elsa shout, Darren ran, well ran as well as one could with a tray of drinks on a silver tray. "Miss Harcourt would you care for a drink before you gallop off, yes I am being nice and don't want some fresh air from all the suit and dress inside that glamour filled dull drum. @Kiowa @Kinzu Hekmatyar

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

 Bramble turned back around, facing Tobias once more, her skirts rustled, just slightly dragging on the ground. It was a beautiful white gown, more formal in attire, with silver thread on the bodice-corsetted part, that made silver leaves and swirling vine designs. Her dark locks up in a loose crown braid that let some short dark locks of hair frame her face. 


He looked amused, when most gentlemen wouldn't have liked her mouth or her feisty attitude. But he seemed to like it, feeling suddenly giddy, it took her a moment to realize he asked her to dance. Her eyes seemed to light up, and one side of her lips curved up into a smile, her heart thumped rapidly with excitement. 


"And yet, the most intriguing man here." Bramble teased as she took his hand,  unable to suppress a smile. Barely noticing Owain leave the two alone. The orchestra began a new melody, a Christmas Jig. One of Bramble's favorite dances. In this step, the lady put her hand to the gentleman's, raised it to eye level, and turned about each other. And yet, the only thing Bramble could think about was who's hand she was touching. 


@Esther_Silvers @Nidelia

 

[HeckingHeck]

Robert Poricue
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Robert took looks around the room, scaring off some of the younger children and getting unloving looks from some of the oafs from Malice. As he walked, he kept good posture: Chin up and back straight as he steadily approached Malice.
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As he walked, he saw Bramble lighting with a guard, a waste of time. Owain was not doing much to say the least except hanging around the children. It was a waste of time, he should be befriending lords and be a man instead of some wardrobe mongerer. The rest of the children were also just that: children. After the class incidents, he was greatly surprised they were civilized at all. He gave them all a glance before going up to Malice.
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He bowed.
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"Your royal highness, I thank you for the ball and fot such extravagance, I am the tutor for the kids and I believe we have not been acquainted yet," Robert started, hoping he would have all his fingers after the conversation.
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@Nidelia @Ms. Sparrow @Esther_Silvers @SirGrey
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[Kiowa]

♔ Elisa Harcourt ♔
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Elisa's gaze snapped straight towards the servant. She'd seen him around but never knew his name. Grasping a tight hold on the reigns of her horse her brows furrowed trying to work out what he wanted, or rather if he had any other intent. Outside she was vulnerable, she didn't have anyone to run too, but at least she had her horse to run away on, yet her sister safety was her main concern in that moment. Yet he brows soon softened when he spoke, she was confused at first unsure exactly of what to do. She looked down to Sarah before dis-mounting her horse. 


"A drink? You're offering me a drink?" he was confused, not everyone was kind to them especially when it was 'Malice's Night of Glory'. She nodded her head slowly soon after, keeping an eye on her sister but also on the servant. "What's your name?" Her brows soon perked up interested in who he was.

@SirGrey
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[SirGrey]

The humble servant felt a bead of sweat fall down his neck as the young royal snapped her gaze towards him as he spoke. Even though they both felt the cold iron fist of Malice on top of them, Elisa had much more power then he did. Looking at Elisa's face he could see she was apprehensive about engaging with the servant. She wasn't wrong to do so after all, Malice had spy and supporters everywhere. "Yes Miss Elisa I felt you could use a drink, I know I need on after being in the party, and besides you may as well get something out of it," he says in fairly caring tone. "My name is Darren Carson miss. @Kiowa

 

[Nidelia]

Abigail stepped down from the Musicians stage, as a Christmas Jig could not be played on a Clarinet.  She made her way over to one of the food tables where she ate a few dough balls as she looked over the whole room.  She'd actually been observing the entire room the whole time, leading to her noticing Owain having problems with his siblings, to the tutor who dared to approach the tyrant king Malice.  Not that she cared much though, life was life.  She didn't care who ruled as it wasn't her's to worry about.  She sighed softly as she smiled to passersby sweetly and cheerfully as she sipped a drink she'd grabbed.  She didn't realize how parched she was.