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Post by Richard III on Jun 18, 2008 18:04:39 GMT -5
"Pray don't say things you don't mean," *he said, not viciously.* "
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Jun 20, 2008 6:52:38 GMT -5
*Beatrice stood proudly, her brow arched.*
"Then it be not in kindness that you have made such an offer?"
*She watched him, looking for any hint of the underlying plot she was increasingly certain was there.*
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Post by Richard III on Jun 22, 2008 10:03:53 GMT -5
"It is not my kindness I question, but your perception of it; I know you, Lady, and you could not imagine me kind for its own sake. Therefore, I doubt your statement."
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Jun 23, 2008 5:45:10 GMT -5
*Beatrice's eyes lifted sharply to his.*
"Perhaps your Grace is too kind for his own reasons. I spoke not of motivations, sire."
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Post by Richard III on Jun 23, 2008 11:56:05 GMT -5
"And what, pray tell, might mine be, to arouse such suspicion?"
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Jun 24, 2008 6:24:57 GMT -5
*Beatrice tilted her head, cocking her hip in a perplexed fashion.*
"Why, my lord, your motives are your own, and surely not that which a simple laundress could fathom."
*She pursed her lips briefly.*
"But if it were mine to say, I would assume that which bears the draw of all your sex, that of want. Possession. Lust."
And thou shall not have me in such a barter.
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Post by Richard III on Jun 24, 2008 11:05:18 GMT -5
*Richard knew quite well there was nothing "simple" about the woman. And, of course, she read him aright.*
"Is all lust, all passion, then possession? You speak as if to admit no difference between the battlefield and the bedchamber."
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Jun 25, 2008 8:11:53 GMT -5
"Show me a soldier or officer that can discern the difference." *She challenged.*
"And I shall show you a lady won in such gruff manner."
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Post by Richard III on Jun 25, 2008 10:11:21 GMT -5
"Is that a wager, madame, or merely a rhetorical device?"
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Jun 25, 2008 13:43:51 GMT -5
"Why, my lord?" *Her brow lifted in question.*
"Do you know such a man?"
*Her eyes narrowed sharply.*
"Or seek such a woman?"
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Post by Richard III on Jun 25, 2008 14:03:39 GMT -5
*A thought struck him suddenly. It would not work for long, but it might buy him some interest.*
"My manner is rough," *he admitted.* "You have pointed that out far too well for me to ignore. And yet you maintain my form is not displeasing. I find myself in need of counsel, which methinks you might be best able to provide. Advice, milady, on smoothing the rough edges. Were't thou a woman convivial to such things--but a woman proud--what would be required of one such as I to win her affections?"
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Jun 26, 2008 5:56:43 GMT -5
*Beatrice paused. She had bristled, ready to parry words and this was unexpected. She swallowed, her brow lowering. But she answered plainly nonetheless.*
"Me thinks thou would be better served by one that has not sworn to die a bachelor. I doubt not that there are many in this place that would offer you great many 'counsels' in exchange for the Queen's favor."
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Post by Richard III on Jun 26, 2008 10:36:23 GMT -5
*Richard looked aghast.*
"My lady! You mistake me. Think you I refer to yourself? Gads, but you women are vain! Nay--it is the Queen's favor I seek."
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Jun 26, 2008 12:43:52 GMT -5
*That silenced Beatrice like a slap in the face. And it hurt much like one. Not because she wanted him to want her, of course it wasn't that, but... It wasn't that. She recovered as best as she could, indignant to the end.*
"And what would have your Grace to think that I would be wise in the manner of wooing a queen? Surely her tastes would be...far rarer that that to which I am accustom."
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Post by Richard III on Jun 27, 2008 10:56:28 GMT -5
*He had her there, but Richard hid his grin. Instead he remained earnest in countenance, desirous of her advice.*
"Not at all, madame, for your taste is rare indeed, to admit none to your side. What better advice could a man take, than from a woman who seeks not their company?"
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