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| Methinks the lady doth protest too much...; Anne Boleyn | |
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| Francois de Valois | May 13 2011, 01:31 PM Post #16 |
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Ah, splendid! See, they had won. Was there ever any doubt? He gave a gracious nod to the Chancellor and then a small bow to his lovely partner. Her tart tongue and her deliverance of grace were rather alluring, proving proper and intelligent. Francois liked such things. He did not wish for others to forget who he was, but he wished to be treated with a saucy familiarity from those he deemed worthy. Mademoiselle Anne seemed worthy to him, but he was seduced by her, admittedly. Seduction, however, did not rule him so long as he was aware of it. "Indeed it did, Mademoiselle, and I deliver on my word." It was different to kiss someone in front of a crowd. There was a sort of show to it and artistry. He leaned in, almost a flourish in how he moved a hand to her cheek. It would have perhaps more gallant to kiss her hand, but Francois was a prince, he could get away with ostentatious and she could get away with giving in to it for a kiss without detriment. Their lips touched and he pulled on hers a bit, tasting just enough of their sweetness to know that he wished for more. When he pulled away there was a sort of knowledge in his eyes, a confirmation. He released her and turned toward his sister. "My sister, I apologize no man can ever be as good as your brother," he said with a bow. William knew that D'Amboise would count Francois the victor, it is how such things were. It was his duty to admirably accept defeat every time. Or at least, when in public. It was only very rarely that Francois would concede to him winning, and it was not in a game where one person was the judge, but rather a score dictating the result. He gave Anne a gracious nod at her words, smiling slightly, knowing how pleased this would make her. Then his eyes traveled back to Margot. How very good he was at this losing graciously game. He knelt and took her hand. "Mademoiselle, I fear to have failed you, and beg your forgiveness, hoping that one day you might do me the honor of allowing to try again." He gave her hand a gentle kiss. Margot had loved Guy from a distance since they were children. Perhaps that was why she felt the way she did about him. All the practice she had done for how a woman was to act around a man was done with Guillaume. Everyday she felt the pain of knowing he had not been born of the male line of Valois, because if it was his grandfather who was an Anjou and not his grandmother, Margot could have married him. Those who were discussed for her marriage were her cousins who were eligible for the throne by Salic Law, the princes of blood who were like her brother. Poor Guillaume so much more worthy among them, with much royal blood and noble bearing, but in want of being of the solely male lines. "You may try again tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that," she whispered to him in a way nobody could hear, but with her expression everyone could guess it was an endearment. If ever there was a premiere example of courtly love, it was she and Guillaume. Francois needed to have words with Guillaume. Two different sorts of words for his beloved Guy. The end to their little show by fulfilling the second part of the wager and a request. An obvious request that Guy would know without him verbalizing it. "Monsieur Présomptueux, I do believe there was another aspect to our wager, yes?" Francois would have been loathed to kneel to Guillaume, but he would have done so, and he had done so previously in their games. Not near as many times as the opposite. "Come, come, I am already quite vexed with you, do not make me wait. You have both lost to me and shamed my sister," he said, the teasing undertone obvious in his voice but also barely there. He did not appear in public to be as familiar with his favourites as he was in private, which was shocking because he allowed his favourites much leniency in public as well. One could only imagine private, if one had any inkling at all that the haughty prince put down many pretenses completely in his own chambers. Oh he knew that this was coming, and it hardly bothered him. It was not particularly embarrassing for him to kneel to Monsieur Le Prince; certainly not near as embarrassing as the reverse. Besides, anyone who thought little of him for it was quite daft, he was one of two of the prince's favourites. A favourite and close friend of the future king. "Monsieur de Valois, mon cousin, mon bienfaiteur, mon maître, I fear you were simply born better than I," he said as he knelt, kissing the proffered hand. "But it is my duty to put myself up to be beaten by you time and time again, and it is a service I most willingly perform." Francois was rather smug and rather amused at the same time. Oh these pretenses! These funny shows! nobody knew how funny there were to him! His Guy, groveling, and he as not even that grand at faking it, or perhaps Francois could just hear the amusement in his cousin's voice. "Ah Monsieur, mon favori, you are the only man with the stomach to contest me! And the only man who can give me pause, producing even the slightest anxiety that I might at one point, lose." It was all a game. Guy would be penitent, and Francois would reward him, not letting the man put himself down far without pulling him back up. "You are a true and humble servant, as worthy as any to attempt to glorify my sister despite being woefully destined to lose to me. You can claim to be next-best dancer to me," he said with a chuckle, waving his friend up. So he was growing tired of the necessary games and wishing to get on to his own games, where he could laugh raucously about how ridiculous Guillaume could be when he laid in on the obsequiousness. As his friend rose, Francois said, "You will bring Mademoiselle Anne with you tonight, shortly after I leave." Francois back away from his cousin to the pretty lady. "Mademoiselle, my flower for all times and seasons, I do hope we shall dance again, and that we will not be such strangers but will grow to be rather intimate acquaintances." He gave her hand a kiss. "All will be right shortly." Francois turned back to the Hall, "I think I shall retire. Mademoiselle Anne has exhausted me!" He said it with an air that it was obviously not the truth but that it was a proper compliment to her and a good excuse for him to take his leave. The tall prince made his way as people parted for him, trailed by several of his valets. (Francois is out, Wills is still there so that he can invite Anne to private time but go ahead and post, I'll do that next round) |
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| Anne Boleyn | May 16 2011, 09:21 AM Post #17 |
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There was a good chance that Anne's chest might burst with the amount of pride swelling it this evening. Not only had she and Francois won their little competition, but the reward -- ah, the reward was a kiss from royal lips, in front of the entire court. Anne was very conscious of what thoughts could ripple through the crowd with such a token, what it could mean for her. With this in mind, she turned her face up to the tall Prince as his hand rested upon her cheek and their lips met. The raven-haired woman allowed her eyes to close for a moment, moving her lips to return the kiss in such a subtle fashion, only Francois would know of their movement. Bowing her head when the Prince pulled away, her eyes looked up to him, noting the own look in his eyes, and they teasingly held his gaze for a moment before turning back to William and Margot. Some color had risen in Anne's cheeks, but it subsided, as did the pulsing of her heart, as the show of chivalry between Margot and William became the focus of interest. A good show of such values it may be, but Anne doubted that it would outlast her own victory and, by some accounts, conquest. The matter at hand turned to William's punishment for losing, and the attitude of Anne changed wholeheartedly. Her lips curled into a smile, her hands joining before her as she surveyed what was to be the shaming of her friend, his own reward for not achieving victory. If William were to glance at his friend, she would be smiling at him pleasantly, if almost cruelly as he made his peace with the Prince, as William performed his penitence. With the proper amends made, and William once again on his feet, Anne waited to approach him in a moment of privacy as Francois spoke to him, and then she heard his voice. Her heart soared as he bade William to bring her along that evening, and it was all Anne could do not to look around as though to ensure that others had heard his request, and perhaps run to tell Mary. But no, she was a better woman than a flighty little gossip and one to preen, she would stay where she was for the moment. With Francois turned back to her, Anne sunk into a curtsy, rising as her hand was given another of the royal's sweet kisses, and she bowed her head demurely. "As Monsieur le Prince wishes, it shall be so." Her smiling lips and sparkling eyes followed his own as he turned away, making his farewells and, in doing so, causing Anne's head to rise higher. Tonight was her night, she could feel it. She was no longer just the raven-haired English maid, she had won at least some amount of esteem for her actions tonight. Anne would never forget it. The woman approached William, a sincere grin on her lips, and she nodded to my once. "My dear Guillaume, why is it you have not introduced Monsieur le Prince and I properly before tonight?" She asked quietly, her voice mock-teasing though her words were quite serious. "How wicked of you, but if it was to prevent such a victory as we currently enjoy, I suppose some amount of understanding and forgiveness is due." |
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| William Spencer | May 16 2011, 12:23 PM Post #18 |
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Oh yes, he knew what his prince wanted without him having to say it, but when the man quietly told him to bring Anne with, William could not hide his small smirk. Once one invitation was made, others would follow. William rather liked Anne Boleyn. She was great fun, and in his life, great fun was much appreciated. There were many things William Spencer did not wish to think about and these sorts of things kept his mind engaged. Ha! And now she was going to call him her dearest Guillaume! How quaint! "Yes, you were quite victorious," he said, "There will be mutterings of it for days." He let out a chuckle, his blue eyes looking down on hers. Those eyes of hers, surely Francois had been caught up in their web. "Has he said that? What a short memory he has indeed. Mind you, Mademoiselle, it is not the easiest affair to introduce a foreign lady to a very discriminating and haughty prince who is well-known for only showing his favour to few. We will talk more of this later when you can chastise me in private and not make Mademoiselle Margot wait on me." He leaned in by her ear, "I will see Mademoiselle de Valois to her chambers, and then I will meet you at the painting of Louis XI, do you know it? At mid-hour." He was sure that she did know the painting he spoke of. With their arrangements secure to make sure Anne was escorted to their private soiree, he turned back to the beautiful Margot so that he could escort her out. (CLOSED) |
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| Isabel Leigh | Aug 9 2011, 09:40 AM Post #19 |
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Virtue alone is invincible.
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