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Post by Sylvia on Jun 1, 2007 7:13:16 GMT -5
*Elisabeta sighed gently as she walked the halls of the castle. It was good to be home. It made her feel so...alive. She smiled to herself at the strange irony in that. Things were going so well. With any luck at all, soon she would be able to banish Sylvia forever and join her lord in ruling the undead. To be honest, she liked the thought of being a princess again.*
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Post by Georgiana on Jun 1, 2007 7:23:32 GMT -5
*Georgiana wandered up the halls wiping a little of the dust away with her fingers. Everything had grown too messy.* People shouldn't be so focused on killing that they neglect basic household duties. *She looked around for a servant to scold.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jun 1, 2007 7:26:46 GMT -5
*Elisabeta noted the woman with a slight tilt of her head. She looked different than the other servants, cold and beautiful. Like her lord. She eyed her shrewdly, trying to discern her nature and origin. Another chambermaid for herself? Or was he prince glossing over details again? She approached the woman gracefully, speaking to her politely in a thick Romanian accent.*
"Good evening, Mademoiselle."
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Post by Georgiana on Jun 1, 2007 7:42:28 GMT -5
*Georgiana turned, trying to place the woman. She was certainly not a servant, or the girl Dracula had taken.* Ah, the wife.
*She smiled coldly back.*
Good evening.
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Post by Sylvia on Jun 1, 2007 7:49:34 GMT -5
*Elisabeta smiled softly. She took a gamble and stretched out her hand.*
"I am Elisabeta."
*Her words were polite, almost genial. She knew that to preserve peace in her house that she would have to manage relations with her prince's other consorts.*
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Post by Georgiana on Jun 1, 2007 11:19:52 GMT -5
*Georgiana nodded.*
I thought that you were. I have heard much about you. You have truly managed what others have not.
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Post by Sylvia on Jun 1, 2007 11:22:43 GMT -5
*Elisabeta arched her brow, intrigued.*
"And what is that?"
*Her defenses started to go up, but perhaps merely because this woman seemed to know more about her than was reciprocated. She kept her small smile and civil demeanor.*
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Post by Georgiana on Jun 2, 2007 13:05:43 GMT -5
*Georgiana raised an eyebrow.*
Returned. From Death.
*She sighed inwardly, being the youngest and only daughter in her family she was used to being number one. Even in her relationship with Nadir she was needed. The idea of 'sharing' appeared suddenly more unpleasant, cheap even. However she did return of her own will. But was that good?. No one had searched for her. Still, she thought as she weighed up the woman in front of her. It gave her the chance to leave again.
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Post by Sylvia on Jun 2, 2007 13:16:03 GMT -5
*Elisabeta answered calmly.*
"Love never dies. It was only a matter of time before I found my way back to him."
*She pursed her lips, unsure of how to politely ask such a thing.*
"You have...been comforting my lord?"
*There was no malice in the words, merely curiosity.*
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Post by Georgiana on Jun 2, 2007 13:22:27 GMT -5
*Georgiana inclined her head slightly.*
You could say that, though he did not appear to be in need of comforting.
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Post by Sylvia on Jun 2, 2007 13:25:37 GMT -5
Interesting.
*Elisabeta nodded gently.*
"I thank you nevertheless. You generosity should not go unrewarded, Mademoiselle..."
*She looked to her expectantly, waiting for an introduction.*
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Post by Georgiana on Jun 2, 2007 13:36:15 GMT -5
*Georgiana, never one to forget her manners curtsied deeply and then spoke as politely as she could muster.*
Georgiana De Chagny, at your service.
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Post by Sylvia on Jun 2, 2007 13:39:41 GMT -5
*Elisabeta nodded in acknowledgement, offering a warm smile.*
At least she knows her place and does not claim my prince's name.
"It is a pleasure. How long have you served my lord thusly?"
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Post by Georgiana on Jun 3, 2007 14:51:38 GMT -5
*Georgiana pondered the question. She did not like the idea of serving, she was always the one to be served. Leaving, she decided was the best option.*
Every so often, though now you have returned I think my services are no longer needed.
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Post by Sylvia on Jun 3, 2007 14:56:13 GMT -5
*Elisabeta shrugged lightly.*
"Do not cut yourself short. My lord has a varying taste. I would not assume anything about which company he would prefer to keep."
*She smiled.*
"I am sure that he chose you for a reason, after all."
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