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| Elizabeth Grey | Mar 16 2011, 06:14 PM Post #1 |
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A young Elizabeth Grey sat at window of her family's house in Dorset, her mind on anything but the needlepoint that sat in her hands. Her fingers moved, as if by machine, never stopping or needing to correct herself. Needlepoint, in Elizabeth’s estimation, was a rather dull thing. She excelled in it since it was an important thing for a young lady to do, but that did not mean it pleased her. Elizabeth had heard high praise for her work and while she enjoyed such things on the surface, it seemed rather pointless endeavor. She was far more interested in learning languages and her more studious endeavors, few as they may be. In a short while, it would be time for her French lessons. It was afternoon and the hazy sun's light poured through the window, illuminating the cloth in her hands as she sewed. Instead of watching her own work, she had her eyes on Robert Radcliffe who was practicing sword play a ways away, outside. Her attention was not on her work, as it should have been, but instead on Robert Radcliffe. Part of her disliked the young man immensely. He was raucous in nature and teased her incessantly. He always seemed keen to take advantage of her propriety and properness. She was, after all, a lady and one which much was expected. Her mother was a cruel witch who cared not for her, but it was instead her brother who made sure that she had everything that was needed. He was such a man, for such an age. Much was expected of the Marquess of Dorset—his age mattered not. Elizabeth always looked at him as if he could do no wrong. That is, except his penchant on keeping the Radcliffe boy around. ”Lady Grey,” interrupted her governess. ”Yes, Margagret?” She smiled charmingly over to the older lady. A woman who had acted as a mother should have. ”In a short while, you must be prepared for your French tutor. How is your needlepoint coming along?” ”Oh, just fine…” Replied Elizabeth, looking out the window again. ”And Master Radcliffe?” She countered. ”Oh fin—“ She paused and then realized that Margaret at caught her watching Robert. ”Take a short break and we shall continue in a bit,” said the governess, in a knowing tone. Her smile giving even more away than her words. ”Of course.” Elizabeth said, thrilled that she was excused from the boring needlepoint. Once her governess was gone, Elizabeth set aside the cloth and pondered what she could do before her next lesson. The thud of a sword caught her attention and, perhaps though it was not totally becoming of her, she set off outside. Her green gown swept around the tall grass as she exited the manor, making her way to Master Robert. Everything about Elizabeth was prim and proper. She walked just so, held her head just so, not a hair out of place. It was as if a woman had inhabited her body, instead of the girl she truly was. But truly, she had friends not much older than her that were off and married—perhaps she would too. She watched from afar, before she decided to interrupt the young man’s practice. “Master Robert,” She said, loudly – though she was uncomfortable with speaking thusly. It was so… unbecoming. Her voice sounded so ugly at such a volume. ”You do realize that some of us are trying to hear ourselves think, whilst you make such a racket, do you not?” She stood there, tall and proud, hands clasped in front of her. Even at such an age, Elizabeth wore the title Lady Grey with a pride that was unmistakable. Even as she just stood there, doing absolutely nothing. Well, nothing except for admiring the handsome young man. Could anyone blame her? Surely not! |
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| Robert Radcliffe | Mar 30 2011, 01:21 AM Post #2 |
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After what seemed to be an exceedingly long winter, summer had finally come to England. With the change of weather had also come an invitation to spend several weeks at the Grey's family home in Dorset. For a fifteen year old Robert Radcliffe, it had been a most welcome change of scenery after so many long months shut up in Ludlow castle. Although he enjoyed serving the young Prince Arthur, there was little opportunity for adventure and that was something Robert constantly craved. However, upon arrival, the young Master Radcliffe had been quick to realize that perhaps the visit wouldn't be all he'd expected and hoped for. Aquainted only to Thomas Grey through their association and ties to the Prince Of Wales, Robert was reduced to admiring the older boy — man, really, — from afar. Six years his junior, it would have made all the more sense if Robert had been a page to the Marquis, rather than a companion of some sort. Not yet a man and without a title, Robert rarely recieved the welcome he expected, the welcome of a baron, and not someone common to that of a pauper. Left with little of his dignity, even now, three years following the execution of his father, Robert began distancing himself from the other guests at Dorset. It was useless chasing after the friendships of titled men when they didn't want him. It was better that way, although he'd never dare to admit it. No, he wanted to be alone, he would say, should they ask him. He'd much rather practice swordplay than go out hawking with a larger group. That was what he was doing today. The group had set off quite early in the morning, when the sun had only just come up. Robert had gone out not long after they'd departed, and remained outside with his sword since. Time seemed to disappear completely, and it wasn't until he heard a voice calling to him did Robert pause for even a second. Lady Elizabeth Grey, it seemed, had decided to pause in her studies so that she might come down here and interrupt him. In such a way too. Master Robert indeed. Wiping his sweaty brow, Robert licked his lips and swung the sword once more before returning it to its scabbard. Who did Elizabeth Grey think she was at such an age? What was she, nine? Ten? No matter, this wouldn't be the first time the two of them had crossed paths. In fact, Lady Grey was quite easily half the reason Robert had accepted his invitation to Dorset. To see Elizabeth. He enjoyed her company, and the bantering back and forth that was sure to ensue each time they met. She was pretty, charming and had a sharp tongue— all things that brought Robert pleasure. Seeing Elizabeth Grey each time he came to Dorset brought Robert a joy he hadn't felt since long before his father had died, and now that she had presented herself to him once more, Radcliffe wasn't going to deny himself that pleasure. "Lady Elizabeth," he said finally, "I don't see how any of what you've just said doesn't apply to you also. Yelling at me the way you've just done? I'm sure they can here you well into London." Robert passed a hand through his damp hair and smirked haphazardly. "I don't think that's something men look for when they want to marry; big mouthed women like you. " |
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| Elizabeth Grey | Mar 30 2011, 04:24 PM Post #3 |
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Elizabeth truly did not know why she had come all this way, in the middle of all this grass and dirt no less, to come and chide Robert. Surely her slippers would not be fit to wear after this little excursion. Elizabeth insisted on looking perfect at all times and was known for her less than tolerant ways when it came to things like dirt, mud and the like. And also, boys. Really, she had not minded his playing about. It was a rather fun thing to watch while she worked on her sewing skills. But now she had a break and she apparently thought she might as well come out and enjoy the nice day. She look at her feet and scrunched her nose. Her slippers were dirty. Her small hand turned into a fist, a small sign of how annoyed she was with herself, and then she looked up to Robert who was now talking how she was... yelling? Surely she had not yelled. "I was not, as you say, yelling. A lady does not yell," she said as her eyes narrowed as she peered at him. "And don't you go saying that I am not a lady. We both know that I am." Then why had she come all this way and nearly ruin her slippers! No matter the proof, she would not admit to being anything less than proper. And Elizabeth could be quite stubborn when it came to such matters. Knowing their history however, surely they would quarrel over it. But it was the next thing he said that truly offended her. That no man would want to marry her! Well humph. Elizabeth crossed her arms over her chest and she thought about leaving, but she was far too tenacious to do such a thing. She had come this far, she wasn't about to run now. Not from some silly boy who happened to be a friend of her brother. And it was very evident by her expression and demeanor the Lady Grey was severely displeased. "How dare you say such a thing to me!" Her nose scrunched up. "Just because my brother invited you here, does not give you leave to just say whatever it is you wish!" Elizabeth was now fighting the urge to go and tell Margaret, but no. No. Then what would he think of her. "You should feel lucky enough that I have no intent to tell anyone how wrongly you have treated me." She even pointed at him when she said 'you' and her words were laced with a haughtiness not meant for a young girl. Elizabeth did not care that he was older and that he was male. No, no one could say such things her and surely not on her brother's own land. |
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| Robert Radcliffe | Apr 25 2011, 12:10 PM Post #4 |
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It couldn't have been more than fifteen seconds — no ten seconds — that Elizabeth had been in his presence and already she was causing a fuss. Robert found himself rolling his eyes as she rambled on, incessantly about how poorly she'd been treated. This was simply how the pair of them interacted with each other, it seemed; always baiting the other; testing patience with words of malice and underhanded, snide remarks. As improper as it was, annoying Thomas Grey's sister was a great form of entertainment, and if Robert wasn't mistaken, Elizabeth enjoyed their encounters just as much as he did. "Oh, you did yell. I heard you. How else would you have gotten my attention from over there, when I was halfway across the courtyard?" Smiling smugly, satisfied with his countering remark, Robert unsheathed his sword, and began swinging it about again. He cast a sideways glance at his counterpart as she stood, arms folded, scowling at him. There was no question in Robert's mind that she was enjoying this, even though her body language read otherwise. "Do we both know—" he paused to lash out at the air with his sword "—that you're a lady? I don't know, Elizabeth. What proof do you have of that claim? As far as I've seen today, you are not one, having come out here to specifically interrupt my practice. That's not ladylike." Grinning, Robert sank to his knees, setting the sword beside him as he mopped his sweaty brow with the sleeve of his shirt. She couldn't easily argue that, when it was so obviously true. There was nobody she could run to who wouldn't be on his side. And if they sided with her? Well the worst they could do was send him back to Ludlow. Surely, that would upset no one but his mother, who'd be embarrassed for the Radcliffe reputation. Especially now that his sister, Mary, was in dire need of a husband. No, other than a mother's chiding, there was nothing he had to lose in this situation. "How wrongly I have treated you? Robert pretended to look appalled. "I think it goes the other way. You, have wrongly treated me. And anyway, you can't go tell your brother. He's out hawking. All of them are. It's just you and me. They won't be back until at least tomorrow, and by then, with your tiny little brain, you'll have forgotten all about it. That is," Robert stood, "if I'd done anything in the first place. But I haven't. So really, there's no point in arguing something that doesn't need arguing." |
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