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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 3:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:27 pm
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With the help of Nona, Arisa managed to actually get the boar done on time and loaded onto the food cart so that she could properly serve her guests. On a seperate food tray the soup was poured into three bowls and salad placed on three small plates. With the main course on a seperate cart so that she could wheel them out one at a time when the Master and Luckette were finished with their appetizers. She was quiet pleased with how things turned out and she was sure that such hospitality would keep the young Miss around for a while longer. The dinning room was already set, the candles lit, the best silver wear placed out with the fine china plates and a chilled bottle of one of the best wines in the palace. She was sure that if it was anything less that she would never hear the end of it from the Master. The more she kept herself away from the Masters sights, the more happier she would be. It may be concidered brown-nosing by Abigail or Nona, but she knew her place and what was expected of her. She would rather not have the wrath of the master come down on her because the guest didn't feel welcomed. She was somewhat worried for Abigails sake too, the girl was a little too rebellous for her own good at times perhaps. Hopefully she was smart enough to remain under the radar until she was absolutely sure that the Masters gaze was elsewhere before trying to get the young lady to safety or escape all together.
Everything was ready and waiting for its cue, all that was left was the word from someone saying that the meal was ready to be served. Silver lids were placed on the food to make sure nothing unsavoury was going to get into the food. She looked things over once more before she turned to Nona and closed her eyes, bowing slightly as a silent thanks for all her help with the boar. Once more, it seemed like the motherly gardener was there when she was needed the most. So, while the meal was waiting for its enterence Arisa took the opertunity to take the first break that she had sense this morning and sat on one of the stools with an exasperated and tired groan, she let her shoe fall to the floor and rubbed the bottom of her foot. She sometimes hated walking around, it was so much easier to levitate or float around as a ghost rather than have to walk around the castle, it took much more time getting from point A to point B. She sighed, standing up only to fetch some water before sitting down again. Tonight promised to be... more entertaining than usual. Knowing Abigail, she would come and plead for Arisa to use her spectral abilities to scare Luckette so that she stayed close to them for the night, or at least make her uneasy enough that one of them would be requested to stay by her side throught the night. She couldn't wait till she was dismissed until further notice. Having some time for herself would be nice when she wasn't constantly look over her shoulder to make sure that the leering shadow of the Master wasn't waiting around the corner.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 5:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 7:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 7:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 1:28 pm
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Lucien wouldn't need to go far to find Fredrick, though farther then if he hadn't left the room. As usual the Prince was standing behind the largest, most painfully ornate doors leading into the dinning hall. Made of solid oak and decorated with a series of diamond shaped glass; they actually served more purpose then they appeared. Hidden well by the other pieces of glass, one amidst their number was actually something of a spy hole. A little addition Fredrick had installed so he might look upon his guests before entering, better timing his appearance to make it all the grander.
Reaching out, he pulled the smallest of ropes, causing the Grandfather Clock in the dinning hall to go off early...a signal to Lucien. Truly the man Fredrick had hired to install all these things was a genius...it was too bad the man's daughter had rejected his generous offer of joining him at the castle. Her punishment had been severe, and her father made to watch as she screamed in terror, in anguish, and in lust where her mind and body were not in agreement.
Ah, but now was not the time for reminiscing was it? He had to prepare to meet this delightfully beautiful young maiden. Fredrick adjusted his cloak, unlike the tattered rag he'd been wearing before, this one was made of spotless white silk and lacked a hood; for what reason would he wish to hide his magnificent visage?
As usual he was dressed all in black, from his shoes, to his pants, to the short black coat embroidered with gold he now wore. He was quite the dashing figure to say the least. The picture of noble perfection in all appearances...until one got to know him better of course.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 1:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 1:52 pm
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With Lucien's introduction given, Fredrick at last stepped forward from the shadows and through the doorway. The candlelight flickered off to the side, causing his pale complexion to practically glow, the embroidery on his clothes glinting faintly. A breeze wafted through a selectively opened window, causing his hair to tousle faintly and he cloak to billow. His entrance had been dramatic, and glorious...just as he had planned it. Through a number of books in his personal collection, Fredrick had often come across the term love at first sight, and with time had come up with a series of ways to simulate the visual effects. Though this had been the first time he'd been able to try it.
"As the lord of this domain, it is my humble honor to welcome you to my home. I, am Fredrick Brackengard, Master of this Castle" He gave the faintest of bows, one used by royalty to greet a noble of lesser rank. He smiled pleasantly, giving a flash of perfect white teeth as he looked upon the young woman "My, Lucien's description seems to have been quite lacking. He said you were simply beautiful, but you are positively radiant my dear" Fredrick spoke with a layer of practice charm. His words were meant as no slight to Lucien, he was simply complimenting the young lady...buttering her up he believed the term was called.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 4:22 pm
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Luckette looked clearly impressed by the master's entrance, a bright smile lighting up her lips as she finally got the chance to meet the master of this castle. By the looks of him, he was extremely wealthy, rather hansome too. Perhaps he was a famous actor in this region? If so, he seems quite dedicated to the craft. If not, well, everyone has their eccentricities. He seemed very charming, though. "Thank you very much, that's very kind of you to say." she replied with faintly pink tinted cheeks. "You look very hansome yourself, if I might say." she then continued, both out of politeness and sincerity. Now, to see if he was a nice person or not.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 5:46 pm
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