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[fieldbox=Ser Richard Grant; The Faithful Friend, #800000, solid, 0, book antiqua]Stark blue eyes observed the king with unblinking attentiveness as Richard moved to rest at his companion's side, hands guiding a flask filled with water toward his slightly parted lips. It was almost funny, really. Never in his life had he been able to witness James in such a condition, at least not in regards to a woman. Usually, it was the other way around, for Richard was a man who had one too many of a 'romantic heart'. A husky chuckle sounded, what eventually provoked a twist of the mouth into an upward-slant.
"Sent by the gods, you say? My, my, it seems like that girl has charmed you greatly."
He poured the remains of his flask over his sweat-laced face, a sigh leaving him as it provided a welcoming refreshment.
"What exactly separates her from all the other fine women you've met so far? Only her voice?"
It is safe to say that Ser Grant, Knight Captain and faithful friend, was a man of passion - love was a foreign concept to him. He didn't believe in it, nor did he see any valuable necessity in seeking it. All the more was he highly curious about James's current state of mind.
"Come on James, what about beauty?"[/fieldbox]
[fieldbox=Roslyn Fay; The Suffering Servant, #33cccc, solid, 0, book antiqua]Even though the day had started as per usual, the same couldn't be applied to Roslyn. By the time she had woken up, a smile graced her lips. And as she prepared herself to do her daily chores, her steps entailed a certain happy spring to them. To her demise, her stepmother and stepsisters had taken note of her change of behaviour and made it their duty to be nastier than ever. After all, not even happiness was something she was meant to own. For the time being however, Roslyn simply didn't care and didn't pay attention to their cruel ways, not if she was as happy as to that time. She promised to tell Iridessa everything about the very reason for her good mood before she opened the door to greet the mailman.
"Good morning, Tom!"
"Miss Rosie, good morning!", replied Tom, a rather elderly man with whom Roslyn shared a friendly relationship ever since she was a child. Each day, he came knocking to the exact same time.
A worried expression spread on her face as she eyed his tired figure. "You're a little later than usual. Did something happen?"
Tom sighed deeply and shrugged with his bony shoulders. "It's my wife. She's fallen ill and we're very short on medicine as of recently. I'm working and working, but the money just won't add up." Tom's wife had a nasty habit of gifting all their money to her many selfish and money-grabbing siblings. She considered herself as generous, but in fact, she was flat out foolish and naïve. Roslyn regarded him for a moment; then she briefly disappeared into the house. Upon her return, she was balancing a very small pouch in between her fingers and offered it to Tom. "It's not much, but I hope that this will help you regardless. I've saved it for a while now, but I have the impression that you could need it more than me," she held the dangling object toward him and nodded in a reassuing manner, "Take it."
Tom froze on the spot, shocked by the belle's kindness. His eyes turned watery, and it became evident that he was trying to prevent himself from tearing up. Gladly, he accepted the pouch and carefully put it into his bag. "Thank you, Miss Rosie. I will use this wisely. You resemble your mother more than you may imagine. But enough of this! I actually have a parcel for you." A warm smile spread on Tom's lips as he gave it to the blonde. "I must go now. Have a good remaining day." Confusion was written all of her face as Roslyn closed the door behind her and considered the wondrous parcel with utmost curiosity. Never had she received a parcel of her own. This must be a joke. A dream. But there it was, her name, written in the most elegant handwriting: Roslyn Fay. Nervously, she sought after Iridessa's assessment regarding this matter, but they got interrupted.
"Roslyn! What did the mailman bring? And where is the tea!"
"Nothing Madam! He-- he made a mistake. There was nothing he delivered." Suspicion crept Cordelia's countance as soon as her stepdaughter served the essential tea, a stupid smile on that wretched girl's face again. How gruesome. "Well then, enjoy your meal."
With those words, she sped toward the kitchen, picked up the mysterious parcel and aimed straight for her room. Roslyn couldn't hide her excitement about something simple as that. As the pair of human and fairy reached the attic, they sat down on the spare bed in the far off corner and scrutinized the unfamiliar object. "What could it be? Who could have sent it to me? Should I open it?" Her gaze wandered to Iri, who obviously insisted on the secret being revealed.
Cautiously, she started to tear at the paper which was wrapped all around. As soon as it was off, the girl's breath hitched and her eyes widened. A pretty box came to surface, looking almost too precious to be touched. And as she opened the box, her breath had been taken completely. A beautiful gift in the form of a glittery butterfly greeted her sight, thus upon closer inspection, it was actually a hair accessory. Not only that, but beneath the butterfly, there lay a small card hidden which said: For the girl with the most enchanting voice. Finally, she knew about the identity of this magificent gift's provider.
It is from him.[/fieldbox]
"Sent by the gods, you say? My, my, it seems like that girl has charmed you greatly."
He poured the remains of his flask over his sweat-laced face, a sigh leaving him as it provided a welcoming refreshment.
"What exactly separates her from all the other fine women you've met so far? Only her voice?"
It is safe to say that Ser Grant, Knight Captain and faithful friend, was a man of passion - love was a foreign concept to him. He didn't believe in it, nor did he see any valuable necessity in seeking it. All the more was he highly curious about James's current state of mind.
"Come on James, what about beauty?"[/fieldbox]
[fieldbox=Roslyn Fay; The Suffering Servant, #33cccc, solid, 0, book antiqua]Even though the day had started as per usual, the same couldn't be applied to Roslyn. By the time she had woken up, a smile graced her lips. And as she prepared herself to do her daily chores, her steps entailed a certain happy spring to them. To her demise, her stepmother and stepsisters had taken note of her change of behaviour and made it their duty to be nastier than ever. After all, not even happiness was something she was meant to own. For the time being however, Roslyn simply didn't care and didn't pay attention to their cruel ways, not if she was as happy as to that time. She promised to tell Iridessa everything about the very reason for her good mood before she opened the door to greet the mailman.
"Good morning, Tom!"
"Miss Rosie, good morning!", replied Tom, a rather elderly man with whom Roslyn shared a friendly relationship ever since she was a child. Each day, he came knocking to the exact same time.
A worried expression spread on her face as she eyed his tired figure. "You're a little later than usual. Did something happen?"
Tom sighed deeply and shrugged with his bony shoulders. "It's my wife. She's fallen ill and we're very short on medicine as of recently. I'm working and working, but the money just won't add up." Tom's wife had a nasty habit of gifting all their money to her many selfish and money-grabbing siblings. She considered herself as generous, but in fact, she was flat out foolish and naïve. Roslyn regarded him for a moment; then she briefly disappeared into the house. Upon her return, she was balancing a very small pouch in between her fingers and offered it to Tom. "It's not much, but I hope that this will help you regardless. I've saved it for a while now, but I have the impression that you could need it more than me," she held the dangling object toward him and nodded in a reassuing manner, "Take it."
Tom froze on the spot, shocked by the belle's kindness. His eyes turned watery, and it became evident that he was trying to prevent himself from tearing up. Gladly, he accepted the pouch and carefully put it into his bag. "Thank you, Miss Rosie. I will use this wisely. You resemble your mother more than you may imagine. But enough of this! I actually have a parcel for you." A warm smile spread on Tom's lips as he gave it to the blonde. "I must go now. Have a good remaining day." Confusion was written all of her face as Roslyn closed the door behind her and considered the wondrous parcel with utmost curiosity. Never had she received a parcel of her own. This must be a joke. A dream. But there it was, her name, written in the most elegant handwriting: Roslyn Fay. Nervously, she sought after Iridessa's assessment regarding this matter, but they got interrupted.
"Roslyn! What did the mailman bring? And where is the tea!"
"Nothing Madam! He-- he made a mistake. There was nothing he delivered." Suspicion crept Cordelia's countance as soon as her stepdaughter served the essential tea, a stupid smile on that wretched girl's face again. How gruesome. "Well then, enjoy your meal."
With those words, she sped toward the kitchen, picked up the mysterious parcel and aimed straight for her room. Roslyn couldn't hide her excitement about something simple as that. As the pair of human and fairy reached the attic, they sat down on the spare bed in the far off corner and scrutinized the unfamiliar object. "What could it be? Who could have sent it to me? Should I open it?" Her gaze wandered to Iri, who obviously insisted on the secret being revealed.
Cautiously, she started to tear at the paper which was wrapped all around. As soon as it was off, the girl's breath hitched and her eyes widened. A pretty box came to surface, looking almost too precious to be touched. And as she opened the box, her breath had been taken completely. A beautiful gift in the form of a glittery butterfly greeted her sight, thus upon closer inspection, it was actually a hair accessory. Not only that, but beneath the butterfly, there lay a small card hidden which said: For the girl with the most enchanting voice. Finally, she knew about the identity of this magificent gift's provider.
It is from him.[/fieldbox]