Sandreline FaToren
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I live for the moments of folly that befall me and try to make the most of them.
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Post by Sandreline FaToren on Oct 11, 2010 13:29:51 GMT -8
(Sorry for the non-replyingness...)
Sandreline felt a a rush of heat surge to her cheeks and she faught to hold it back. She knew that he wasn't seriously thinking crictically and that it was an attempt to bring color to her cheeks. She was fighting a losing battle. It could not be won. Sandry finaly gave up the battle and turned to face Lord Hereford with her tongue out. It was childish and another thing her family would have chastised her endlessly for.
At this point however Sandry believed her mother at least would have only frowned although she suposed that her grandmother would have slapped her because officially the bethrothal was never finalized until the wedding documents were finished. She looked up at his face and again felt her body flood with warmth and happiness.
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Post by Ethaline on Oct 20, 2010 7:10:04 GMT -8
(I don't know why, but I can't think of waht to write) George Percy, Lord Hereford I laugh because this whole thing is so absurdly childish. And really, it's weird, I don't mind. Having no parents to supervise me I am completely free to do what I want without reprimand, and I enjoy that now. I have to wonder what Sandreline is thinking. I mean, she has parents doesn't she?
We draw up to the stables and I tell the stable lad to get Sandreline and my horses. I glance at the sky outside to remind myself it is still sunny. It's almost a miracle it was sunny today after half a week of gloom and rain that is customary of England. It's to bad the king didn't appreciate chances like this.
"I wish the king would hunt more," I say with of a hint of a joke in my voice. "And party a little more, but I suppose he has business to attend to."
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Sandreline FaToren
Nobody
I live for the moments of folly that befall me and try to make the most of them.
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Post by Sandreline FaToren on Nov 14, 2010 12:51:44 GMT -8
Sandreline clasped her hands behind her back and nodded. It was true that King was veiwed by most of his courtiers as a dour subject who was entierly too stiff and boring in his alotment of hunts and balls but of course it was for the good of the country and the furtherment of the empire.
She regarded Lord Hereford carefully. She hadn't been worried about what she said before but now she was not sure of how to procede with the conversation. Her brain was suddenly at a loss. She felt like a dunce. It was embarising. "It is wispered amoung the court that if the King were to hold more balls and hunts it is a sign of the end times." She smiled. "I however feel that it is just up to ourselves as loyal subjects and courtiers to make the best of the laspes in between."
She looked up and saw that the stable boys were returning with the requested mounts. She turned toward the mount and began taking steps toward the ladies mounting device. She nodded her head as the stableboy held the regns and she righted herself on the mount. It was so wonderful to be on her horse again.
(Okay I really really really fail this time but I was overwhelmed with my classes).
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Post by Ethaline on Nov 18, 2010 8:04:08 GMT -8
George Percy, Lord Hereford I tilt my head and think about the last comment she'd made. It was indeed an intellectual comment, and I had to agree in it's soundness. At any rate, I could also see my own fault. One should never speak up against the king.
I take my time replying, mounting my horse and taking the reigns. "Yes, I suppose that is true," I say, brushing a fleck of dust off my horses mane. "You have a nice horse," I add looking at Sandreline mounted on her majestic horse.
I can't help but feel slightly like the underdog with my cheap horse, but I've never been one to complain about things other people have. I don't mind, really.
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