Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Nov 23, 2016 21:14:28 GMT -8
A small, but nevertheless rich estate.
Home of Lord Raoul Rouvière, his daughter, Lady Cerridwyn, and a large staff of trusted servants and knights/Squires.
About the House of Rouviere: There are a few things that make this fief a rich one... First and most importantly are the knights being trained for many houses throughout the empire. Squiress pay their own way in order to gain the desired training, which in turn lines the strongboxes with coin.
This house prides itself on breeding and training the finest horse stock in the entire empire, from war horses to carriage horses, inferior horses are given to peasants to help work the land. Because of this, there is plenty of dung to fertilize their lands and for the peasant stock to have nice, fat gardens... Rather than feeling oppressed, the peasants are quite happy and willing to work the land.
Lastly, there are at least two market stalls in each of the four villages the Lord oversees, that sells tack made by several different leather smiths. The best tack is shipped to the larger cities and it is considered an honor if an elector is seen with a particular smith's gear on their horses.
Tax and rent is collected once a month... Because the peasants are so happy, there is plenty of coin to be had without unrest. Lord Raoul makes sure that the empire has what they desire.
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Nov 23, 2016 21:45:33 GMT -8
Her father was away on business, as usual, which meant that she was left to her own devices for a time. She was busy directing the servants to have his chamber deep cleaned for the fastidious man while he was away, as well as getting other rooms tidied and other menial matters. Her lady's maid appeared next to her with a parchment for her to read --- Cerr was a rarity in that women weren't normally taught such tasks... Her father had thought it prudent, though, and had her tutored at a young age along with all of his children. She thanked Bathilde and went off to her father's library to read in private... She crumpled up the parchment and chucked it toward the hearth in her irritation. Why must her marriage be arranged?! She was ever obedient, however, and made haste to the cook to have a feast planned for the day of her father's arrival. Cerridwyn ordered that a suckling pig should be roasted, as well as eel, various breads and pastries, cheeses, fruits, and some vegetables from the garden. Furthermore, she ordered that the bedroom adjacent to the master bedroom be aired and cleaned for the new mistress of the house.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2016 10:29:31 GMT -8
Prince Nikandros rode with his Captain of the Guard and a small retinue. They road to the gates, and recognition of their banners had the portcullis opening so the men could ride into the courtyard itself.
Nikandros smoothly dismounted from his steed, giving the reigns to his squire that came to join up with stable boys that came running from their direction. A servant came rushing down the steps from the main doors and bowed deeply.
"Your Highness, you were not expected," he said.
"No, my carriage has broken a wheel a ways up the road. Night is approaching, so I seek lodging for myself and my persons," Nikandros spoke, his voice quiet, firm, and serious -- much like the man himself.
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Nov 24, 2016 18:30:46 GMT -8
News traveled fast in these parts, and the young lady ordered the staff about some more... "For the love of... Mathilde, see to having the est guest room prepared and make sure the rushes are still fresh for those who would bed down on pallets. Instruct the stable hands to rub the horses down and feed them oat mash..." She rattled on until the flurry pf activity happened. She did not have time to don a fresh kirtle before his highness would be inside. The wheel was being taken care of immediately, supper hastily being prepared, et cetera. The poor girl was somewhat harried with all this happening at once.
She scrambled out of her apron and moved to stand on the dais when the time came for the Prince to stride in. When he did, she and the servants would be paying respects with bows and curtsies.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 17:49:14 GMT -8
The Prince gave swift and firm orders, his shoulders set, his jaw tight. The guy didn't often relax, it seemed, and was entirely too used to giving orders as he appeared at this castle -- not even within his own sovereign borders -- and began to give commands in order to get things done.
When he finally took the stairs and entered into the castle, the castle's steward was at his elbow as his hands drew his gloves off. He gestured to the dais where a woman stood, young, and looking harried and rushed. His first guess was the housekeeper, his second corrected itself given the way she bowed and the way the servants followed her.
"Your Highness, Lady Cerridwyn Rouviere, daughter of Lord Rouviere, and mistress of this castle." The steward bowed his head low in respect as Nikandros took a step toward the edge of the dais. Its small height still did not make her as equal height to him.
He leaned forward only a bit at his hips and bowed his head, reaching for her hand and brushing his lips over her knuckles. "Your graciousness will be remembered, Lady Cerridwyn, and you have my apologies for the surprise of my arrival."
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Nov 26, 2016 19:17:36 GMT -8
"Please think nothing of it, your Highness. It is our pleasure to have you here, an honor, really." She gave a smile and curtsied again. "Please treat this castle as you would your home." She stepped to the side to show him the head table already being set up with different fruits, breads, and cheeses to nibble upon whilst supper was being prepared, and servants were already setting up trestle tables for his guards and lower servants. "The servants are preparing the best guest chamber for you, and supper shall be ready soon. If it pleases your highness, I would have a hot bath prepared to ease the aches of the day."
She certainly knew how to act the part of the household Mistress flawlessly, for sometimes even royalty wasn't offered a precious bath since it took several servants to haul and heat water. "I would also refresh myself so that I might be more presentable. I had not had a chance to put on a fresh kirtle before your arrival, and I would not have you thinking my father keeps me in rags. I humbly apologize for my appearence." She took a deep breath and let it out, not moving until given leave to do so.
She had a smudge of dirt on her nose, which meant she didn;t just sut about getting fat and sassy as some noblewomen tended to do. She actually got dirty.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 21:49:15 GMT -8
"Perhaps later in the evening," the Prince said of the suggestion of the bath. He didn't want to inconvenience servants that were already hustling and bustling for the arrival of the Prince and his retinue.
"Yes, of course. This is not my home, but yours. I am a guest, and I'll act as such. Thank you for your hospitality," Nikandros said to her, his voice quiet yet unyielding. His hazel eyes were intense, a mixture of brown and green with flecks of gold at their center, and his gaze was already direct and piercing. He looked Cerridwyn in the face and did not recognize her, although he knew the name well enough.
Once he had taken her measure, he moved away and toward the table where food was put out to assuage their hunger until dinner. He took a plate, and after he had, the men went after him. Nikandros seated himself at the tables the servants were putting on, trying to signal that there need be no great effort put out on his part. However, if the servants were commanded to make him feel special, or set out certain pieces, Nikandros would of course reward their service by using them. He knew first hand the grumbles of the servants who went the extra mile, or did as was ordered by their masters and mistresses to go the extra mile, only to have those amenities barely used or untouched by those they were set out for.
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Nov 26, 2016 23:59:32 GMT -8
She gave a final bob and a thank you, then headed for the stairs to clean herself up. The servants in this castle seemed very content to serve... In fact, they were all too happy to do as they were ordered, for it pleased the young mistress when things were in order. Somewhere behind him, he would hear two of the maids giggling at what a handsome man he was, perhaps he could sweep her away and give her the life she truly deserved. But they stopped their whispering as soon as they saw their Mistress at the top of the stairs, looking like the lady she was.
She wore a modest, green kirtle over a lighter green shift, both embroidered with gold thread but not heavily. A gold link girdle was cradled by her soft hips, and her dark brown hair was worn loose as was the fashion for unwed girls. A simple, gold and emerald circlet was worn upon her brow, and that was her adornment. She padded down the stairs into the great hall quietly and took her seat at the head table, her usual seat next to where her father usually sat.
She gave him a smile, but not the fawning smile of an awestruck maiden... Nay, it seemed like a normal smile. "I trust your food is to your liking, Highness?" She was most certainly not flirting like other simpering maidens would do, either. Cerri recognized that he was at least a score of years older than she, and she was no trollup.
Aside from that, she looked nothing like the once, blonde man that was her father... But she did look like someone else who was easily recognized... Aye, her eyes were quite blue...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 12:58:00 GMT -8
She was becoming, yes. She was beautiful, yes. He noticed these things, as any warm-blooded man would. But, Nikandros was not like other men. He took his duty seriously, and every action he took, he took for the betterment of his country and his countrymen. Marrying Cerridwyn would do nothing for his country, and making her his mistress would cause strife he wouldn't want to deal with.
So he ignored the whispers, and took his place where a single, empty chair separated Nikandros from the lovely Cerridwyn. "It is very well prepared," he answered. "My compliments to your chef."
He drank his wine, and then spoke. Small talk was not Nikandros' forte, but he could get through it well enough given it was a skill necessary for his position as Prince of Rauczech.
"Do you often run the estate when your father is gone?" He wondered. "When will he be returning?"
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Nov 27, 2016 16:37:02 GMT -8
"He sent a missive that took two days to arrive, he should be back in five days time," she said as she served herself up a trencher of food. "I will be sure to let the chef know what you said," she continued as she took a pear and some soft cheese.
She was obviously not intersted in a proposal from the man, though her father would have been thrilled. She would be content to live in a convent and even made such a comment. There was one close by after all. She gave a deep sigh at the thought of the argument she would have with him when he returned home.
Add to that, she had plenty of questions she wished to ask... Like if the Archduke was her older brother and her mother had married her father after being widowed. She couldn't help but linger at the looking glass to try and compare... How her smooth skin was the same coloring, or her eyes almost the same blue... She was quiet as she pondered this.
"I have the best guest room prepared for you as well. Your arrival has caused much happiness to the staff. They are thrilled."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 19:34:56 GMT -8
He ate while he spoke with her, and it took him a moment to see the resemblance between her and the Archduke. He wasn't going to ask about it, however, because it wasn't his business and it wasn't a topic Nikandros truly cared about.
"Hopefully with my carriage prepared, I'll only obligate them for a night," Nikandros said, his voice even, calm. His direct gaze was on her face, looking at her beauty, looking into her eyes over the short distance where they sat at the tables.
"What is your take on the new Emperor of Vessia?" he asked her.
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Nov 27, 2016 21:54:37 GMT -8
"It is not my place to..." She started, giving the Prince a wary look. "He is... Our new emperor." She said weakly, for she had no clue how to finish that. Her opinion of their emperor was a poor one... She hated that he had killed the witch in front of the world. Saying the thought out loud, especially to an elector, could get her in trouble. She was understandably guarded with this question. She cleared her throat and looked down at her food. "He is very popular among the older nobility especially." There, something neutral.
She stabbed at a piece of parsnip and stuck it into her mouth, chewing it slowly. After a moment or two, she dabbed at her mouth with a kerchief and then moved to the next topic. "I don;t think you are an imposition at all, Highness. Indeed, you've been quite gracious to the staff and quite lovely company. I know my father would try with all his might to get you to offer for my hand, and am glad he isn't here right now to do so." She said that in an amused tone. "Not that you wouldn't make a fine husband," she added to make sure she hadn't insulted the man, "But you need a young lady much closer to your station."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 9:11:17 GMT -8
Nikandros watched her as she spoke, and caught what she said without her having to say it. The beautiful lady was not so great at hiding her true thoughts, at least, it seemed, not to him. "Yes, he is," Nikandros agreed, as if letting Cerridwyn know that he may be of similar opinion of the Emperor.
The self-possessed prince ate methodically and moved with purpose, as if he didn't like to waste his time, as if he took himself very seriously and didn't want to do or say anything that would take away from his overall purpose -- to reign and take care of the people of his nation.
Cerridwyn's sudden speech about her father trying to make bids for Nikandros to get her hand caught him off guard, and he stopped to look at Cerridwyn very directly. "Your father has ambitions to make you a princess, and you seek to sabotage his tries to do so?" he asked with a perk of one dark brow as he reached for his goblet of wine.
He was going to need a drink after that sudden and abrupt change of topic. He spoke nothing of his own interests. Were Cerridwyn not a lady, he might have made a play. She was appealing and beautiful, but she was an innocent and now -- as he knew -- the daughter of an ambitious and reaching lord.
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Nov 29, 2016 10:10:01 GMT -8
"He is like any Lord, wishing to climb up the ladder. I do not wish for the same things as he, but my wishes mean nothing in this world, Highness. I could not sabotage his efforts if I wanted to." She gave a slight smile, internally cursing at herself for blabbing the way she had. "I already know you would not have offered. I also know the game he plays is dangerous. It is a game that many fathers play in court. We are considered currency... Ladies, that is. I am worth a lot more in my father's eyes than I am in the eyes of noblemen." She finished her small trencher and, once again, started to consider the possibility of being a bastard child.
"Truth be told, Highness, I'd be content if I were free to marry for love... Not because of what power and wealth I can bring to the table." She was honest, there was that. There wasn't any animosity for the facts, only a wariness. He would definitely be able to tell that she didn't often speak her mind thus, and that she normally bit her tongue out of wisdom, otherwise she would have said what was on her mind about the new emperor outright. She did notice he seemed to be of the same mindset as she, so after a long pause, "To answer your earlier question more truthfully... I think he's loathesome." He wouldn't need to ask who she meant, it was obvious.
She stood up after excusing herself, for she was much like him in that there were things to be done. She checked on the wheel and made sure his steeds were well taken care of, then saw to making sure his quarters were ready, which they were. When she saw him again, she'd tell him he was welcome to stay as long as he pleased, that his wheel would e ready in the morning, and that his chamber was ready. She had smaller rooms prepared for his steward and whoever else he chose not to sleep on the floor or in the barn.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 18:45:02 GMT -8
"Are you sure?" Nikandros asked. "You're doing a fair job of it," he said, almost as if he were... joking? Teasing? Unheard of.
He listened to her speak, belittling herself in his presence, or so it seemed to him. She wasn't speaking anything that wasn't true, of course, but the way in which she spoke... He couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Both of his brows raised when she admitted that she found the Emperor loathsome, and he spoke. "You know little of him," Nikandros said, "and men and women of the court wear many masks. He's only been the Emperor for a short time." Hedging on caution. Nikandros seemed to do it all the time.
He stood from the table with the manners taught to him when she excused herself, and he watched her leave. He sat back down and finished his food, then spoke to a few of his men and a few of those at the castle, trying to get a better view of the noble family that lived here. Apparently, her father was bringing home a new bride, so it wouldn't be long before Cerridwyn would be married off, no matter what.
With those thoughts, Nikandros went to sleep.
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Nov 30, 2016 20:50:45 GMT -8
Indeed, she was unwanted. Her father never truly loved her the way he loved her older sisters. What the Prince said was true. Her father wore a mask quite well, for he was doting in most public settings and curt in private. He provided for her, education and otherwise, but never as devoted as to the other three, much older sisters. She stood in her own chamber after a time, staring at herself in the looking glass, touching her cheeks and her lips, full and pink compared to the thin lips of her father, and blue eyes to his cow brown.
Her night was restless. She awoke well before dawn, before the servants were stirring, and quietly went to the stables. She lead her mare, Nola, out of her stall and didn't bother getting her tack. She hoisted herself onto the horse bareback and urged her to the nearby meadow. By the time the sun was up, she was riding as if one with the horse. She lay herself on her belly, resting her cheek on Nola's neck, legs bare to the knee from the skirts bunching up, feet bare too. It was somewhat hoyden of her, but nobody was watching.
The time was used to try and clear her mind of the thoughts she carried with her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 18:25:52 GMT -8
He did not wake in the early morning. In truth, his night was spent in fits of nightmares and uncomfortable dreams. Much weighed upon Nikandros' shoulders, and it bothered him always, waking or sleeping hour be damned.
He finally pushed himself out of bed after dawn had turned to morning and washed himself down. His valet helped to dress him -- not because Nikandros was inept, but because a valet left idle usually resorted to gossip or other unsatisfactory traits.
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Dec 1, 2016 18:48:44 GMT -8
He would be able to see out his window as she rode back up toward the castle. She even dismounted the mare before reaching the stables, using her hand to brush the animal down for the moment. She would give a thorough brush down after, but she was busy loving on the beast and confiding to her.
She did come in and get cleaned up for the morning meal of the usual fruits, meats, cheeses, and oat porridge. When he decided to join, she'd stsand and curtsy, wait for him to sit, then sit back down. "Your wheel is repaired, highness. I trust you were comfortable?" She served herself some of everything but waited for him to do so first, quiet in general.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 19:46:02 GMT -8
He served himself, and then moved to take a seat. Nikandros seemed a bit tired, there was a bit of a shadow under his eyes, and even upon his jawline.
"Thank you, Lady Cerridwyn," he murmured to be polite, and bit into some of the fruits. "Yes, I was," he answered automatically, knowing that to say he'd been anything less would be an insult to her, to her staff, to the castle.
He was quiet for a moment as he ate, and then knew that he had to make conversation. The Prince was a private person, cut off from a lot of the world, including nobility that he didn't truly know. "I will remember your generosity. Is there a gift that I could send you?"
He lifted his direct green gaze and looked into Cerridwyn's face.
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Dec 5, 2016 20:04:01 GMT -8
She pretty much stilled and looked down at her food, bottom lip tucking into her mouth. With the lighting a little brighter in the hall because of the sunlight filtering in through uncovered windows, he'd probably see the greenish yellow skin around her eye from the masque. She sighed and shook her head, "No, your highness. I only ask you just forget whatever I said last night and not tell my father. I spoke out of turn and I am sorry."
Cerri then pushed her untouched food away, not even hungry, and took a sip of water. After a few moments of silence, she finally lifted her gaze to him, "You are welcome here any time you wish. I've instructed cook to pack you a basket of food for your trip, she'll bring it to you when you are ready to leave."
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