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| Katherine Stafford | Dec 8 2010, 10:18 AM Post #1 |
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Kitty sat on the sidelines of another dance, lips pressed together, eyes on the people before her. She had only been at court for a short period of time, but already she found fascination with every twist and turn of the castle. Still, it wasn't home. Already she had written her mother sounding rather forlorn and she was certain the duchess's reply would tell her to stop being so miserable and start getting her act together lest she be pulled from court. The King liked his court to be a happy place filled with laughter and merriment so that he might be amused and if Katherine did not help to make the king happy, she would bring disgrace down on the heads of all the Staffords, and that was the very last thing she wanted. She wished with all of her heart that Elizabeth was not in France. Out of all of her siblings, Elizabeth was the most motherly and Katherine, ever the baby of the family, did enjoy the comfort her sister was willing to give her. Maybe instead of writing Mother, she would write Elizabeth. Her stomach sank again. There was no telling when Elizabeth would be able to travel back to the English courts and until she did, it was likely that Kitty would be very alone. Henry was who knew where after being disowned by her father and Kitty's heart ached for her brother. The only one left was Anna and Anna was off somewhere else and the two sisters had barely had the time she wanted them to have together yet. Her fingers tightened into softly curled fists as she glanced up at the merry dancers again. Even if someone were to ask her to dance, she did not think that she could now. Feelings of homesickness tore at her stomach, and she blinked hard once to keep the emotions at bay. The music rose to an unbearably cheerful crescendo and as the piece ended, Kitty quietly moved to slip out of the room. Mother would be disappointed that she did not stay. With hands curled tightly at her stomach, she quickly walked along, taking whatever twist and turn that would lead her away from the sounds of the music. It didn't occur to her to pay attention to where she was going and her nerves were too frazzled to care. As soon as she took a moment to look around, she realized that she was in the wrong part of the castle and her heart sank further. Everything felt wrong now; ironic considering that Kitty had looked forward to coming to court ever since her siblings left home. Now she felt like an unwelcome stranger and she wanted to flee back to their home in the country and never ever leave it again. Taking in a shaking breath, she tried to turn and retrace her steps, but it was no good. Nothing looked familiar to her, and the hopelessness and humiliation of the situation was beginning to overwhelm her. Tucking herself into a small alcove set off a corridor, Kitty pressed her fingers over her eyes. All she wanted was to go home. |
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| William Spencer | Dec 8 2010, 12:56 PM Post #2 |
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William Spencer had taken a brief sojourn to assuage some of his needs, and he had gracefully allowed the woman to precede him in returning so as to not look suspicious. Thus, he was returning from a secluded sort of an area alone, having fully recomposed himself. Unlike his brother, he had some sense not to advertise his extreme licentiousness. Last time at court, he had learned to be discrete. It was a lesson his brother could do with as well. Smoothing out the soft black fabric over his chest and arms, William strode along purposefully and gracefully, not rushed. It was just then he caught something out of the corner of his blue eyes. MON DIEU! Not his bloody sister crying AGAIN?!? He walked over, not realizing that this was not his sister. "Come on then," he said as he neared, "What has happened now?" It wasn't until a few moments later he realized that was not his sister. His eyebrows went up a bit, his mouth opened. Now he felt completely ridiculous. "My apologies, my lady, I mistook you for my sister," he said, greeting her with bow. When he really took the time to see who it was he was speaking with, he was...a bit shocked...even if it really did not show much on his face. Mon Dieu, he was standing in a deserted corridor in an alcove with the Duke of Buckingham's youngest (he thought) daughter. William had been friends with her brother Henry, before he had been disowned. He hoped nobody else walked by, because that rumour was not one that he needed. "Is there something wrong?" he queried, his brows furrowing a bit in concern. He did have a sister, and this girl looked even younger. Quite gorgeous. Being who she was kept William's lecherous side at bay. Dangerous. "Can I be of some service to you?" Despite rumours, William was not some form of French lecherous beast. He very well knew how to be graceful and proper. Besides, such charm never hurt him. |
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