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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 14 2010, 09:44 AM (734 Views) | |
| William Parr | Sep 14 2010, 09:44 AM Post #1 |
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This is a thread for rumors. Suggest rumors and gossip about your characters, or others, to be spread about court! |
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| Catherine Willoughby | Nov 27 2010, 01:10 PM Post #2 |
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This news is undoubtedly going all around court, from servants to the highest nobility, considering quite a few people were at this dinner party... Basically, everyone will know Catherine hates Stephen Gardiner and he hates her, because I am too lazy to do a whole thread with this. Mary (a maid): Did you hear about the dinner party held in London, for Their Majesties? Charles (a page): No! What is that all about? Mary: At Willoughby House in London, the Earl and Countess of Warwick--that is her family's home in the city--held a party for certain courtiers. You hadn't heard? Well, anyhow, it was quite the scandal for the Earl jokingly said something about how his wife could not sit with him but must honor another guest, one she loves best beside him, and you know what my lady his wife said? Charles: No... Mary: 'As I cannot be with the one I love the best, I shall join the one I love the worst' and marched right on up to Archdeacon Gardiner! Charles: But why? Mary: They hate each other, no one knows why. That woman's tongue needs clipping. Her husband ought to keep her in better order. I hear His Grace was fuming at the insult and could barely keep himself together whilst others all laughed at his disgrace at the hands of that woman. Charles: How could she say such a thing? What a rotten woman! She does not belong in the station she occupies for saying such things. Mary: I have been in her family's service for years; my lady has always been ready for nasty quips to those she dislikes, but to do so in front of the King and His Grace the Duke of Norfolk? It is disgraceful. Someone ought to put a stop to it. I hear she and some of the other ladies in the Queen's service are out and out heretics... but don't tell anyone I told you... |
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| Roger Templeton | Apr 8 2011, 06:08 PM Post #3 |
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"Baron Essex?" "Bleating goat." "Oh, surely not! You're certain?" "My dearest lady, you know I would never lie to you." It wasn't often Roger Templeton had a moment of his own during the day given the most demanding nature of his master, and while this was certainly nothing he was wont to complain about, he had to admit as he leaned conspiratorially over the washing tub to offer his companion the most sly of smirks that this was something he could stand to do more often. Agnes Beauregard (one of Her Majesty's laundresses) was a most delightful young lady, if somewhat homely and ample about the middle, and the two had not had occasion to converse in some time, what with the spring season bringing along excessive fits of fashion to occupy the cleaning boards, and many a courtly council before which His Majesty must be attended. It was a shame, truly, and a great source of pleasure that he had managed to briefly slip away for a visit. "But he always looks so refined at court. I would never have guessed!" She giggled prettily over one of the Queen's finer chemises, making little attempt to look abashed when it was just they two - this was one of their favorite games, terribly scandalous though it was. "I deceive you not - I was delivering a missive to one of his grooms at the time, and we had ourselves quite the merry moment listening outside his quarters. More so than his female companion, I daresay - she didn't sound terribly enthusiastic." They muffled laughs into their fists, casting a simultaneous glance at the closed door of the washroom, as if expecting one of the other ladies to arrive and call them on some mischief. "Very well, I trust you on this. But what about the Viscountess Berkshire?" "Caterwauling feline." "Lord Derby?" "Squalling duck." "....His Majesty?" "Bellowing. Ox." At this Agnes went immediately scarlet, but more with the force of her laughter than any manner of embarrassment, pressing a hand to her ample bosom as she struggled for a breath. "Templeton, you are simple atrocious! You ought to be burned in the chapel!" "But you love me even so, don't you my dear?" Roger preened dramatically, brushing at the sleeves of his linen shirt before stroking his goatee with a wolfish grin. His companion shook her head in exasperation, returning to her washing with a fond smile. "Though truly, this stays between you and I; His Majesty's ego is as immense as it is immensely delicate, and I daresay none of his lovers have dared to call him on his...vocal love-making." Agnes nodded enthusiastically, and they might have continued on with their little tête à tête far into the afternoon had not a knock come at the door, preceding one of the king's grooms past the jamb. "Y'might be wanting to get back to the Hall, sir." The scruffy young man suggested with a wince. "His Majesty's in quite the foul humour today. Again. This business with France, you know." Indeed, he did know - this long-running vendetta with the French had quite the habit of stirring up ill tempers, especially in their honored monarch. "Of course, I'll be along directly." The groom nodded and left as Roger rose from the rickety stool he had settled onto, favoring Agnes with a cheeky smile and a sweeping bow. "May I have the honor of wearing your favors to this battle, My Lady?" He asked with a perk of his eyebrow, drawing an affectionate laugh from the laundress. She set aside a drying gown and removed a woolen handkerchief from her bodice, tucking it teasingly into his belt. "Return safely, brave Sir Knight." "But of course - was there ever any doubt?" They laughed together a final time before returning to their respective duties, a content smile quickly swept from Roger's face as he schooled his expression into one of cordial subservience. In medias res once again, no? |
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| Mary Willoughby | May 22 2011, 06:57 AM Post #4 |
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(After the jousts) Servant 1: Did you hear what they're saying about the King's Guard and the Lady Willoughby? Servant 2: You mean Sir Henry and the Dragon Lady? Servant 1: Ssh! Not so loud, if she hears you say that you...*makes a slicing motion across her neck* Servant 2: Yea whatever just out with it! Servant 1: Well we all know that he asked for her favours at the jousting, everyone saw it, but some say the King ordered him to do it, for amusement I guess Servant 2: Yea so? Servant 1: Well now they're saying the King ordered him to sleep with her! Servant 2: *Disgusted look* No way! Who would want to sleep with her? Is it really true? It can't be. Servant 1: Who knows...though if it is, the King might order him to marry her next! Servant 2: *Looks shocked* Then we better pray for the Guard *Both make the sign of the cross and mutter how horrible it would be to be married to the Dragon Lady* |
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[align=center]PLOT: :BIO: :TRACKER I am Jesus, bow down to my whims[/align] | |
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| Isabel Leigh | Jun 14 2011, 08:24 AM Post #5 |
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Virtue alone is invincible.
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Takes place after the dark inside of me Two servants, one who was cleaning in apartments not too far from the Duke of Norfolk's apartments (Avis) and another (Agnes) are speaking of their days. Avis: The most peculiar racket came from the apartments of the Duke of Norfolk this morning. Agnes: (Working on a piece of embroidery, not raising her head) Hmm? Avis: There I was, scrubbing the sin out of My Lady's floor, when there was a loud thump and shatter against the wall, and then raised voices -- That of His Grace and that of a woman. Agnes: Was he perhaps angry at a maid? Avis: No, for only moments later as I went to get fresh water, I watched his redheaded niece flee from the apartments, her face red and blotchy and tears in her eyes! Agnes: You don't think he hit her, do you? Avis: I could not say, but she seemed barely aware that I was there and disappeared as quickly as she had appeared! Poor girl -- I heard the word "convent" quite distinctly. The Duke couldn't be threatening her with such a thing, could he? Agnes: She's known for her virtue and piety -- one would think she would welcome a convent! Avis: Peculiar, most peculiar... (The conversation continues on speculations of the matter until both are called away by their respective mistresses) |
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[align=center]Mistress Leigh Isabel is in 8 threads and can has more! App | Plot[/align] | |
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