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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 11, 2008 6:16:17 GMT -5
*María stood up, smiling. She had been reading while she waited for him. She stuck the tiny book in her pocket. It was a pocket version of the Sonnets by William Shakespeare.* "Oh, no. Not at all. I was just reading. Well, are you ready for breakfast? I think the chef will prefer to prepare it for us while we are waiting, just to make sure it is fresh when we get it." *She motioned for him to follow her to the Dining hall.* *Will looked a touch worked for a moment, but managed to smile nevertheless.* "You need not trouble yourself so on my account, lady. I will eat whatever you provide, and be grateful. You're household should not revolve around me." *He started out of the room, relieved to see he could leave it on his own. The happiness read in his eyes as the walked into the other room.*
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 11, 2008 8:27:18 GMT -5
*María smiled and walked with him to the Dining Hall, happy to see the happy look on his face.*
"It is no trouble, my friend. It is just old-fashioned French hospitality. The way my family have received their guests for centuries. Who am I to break such nice traditions?"
*The dining hall was a large fiest hall, with torches fastened to the wall lightening up the room. Above the long table in the middle of the room, was a chandelier with a lot of candles in them. The large table was made ready for a breakfast, and the chef was waiting for them. María smiled to the chef.*
"Good morning, Pierre. As you can see, I have brought our house guest with me today. Please prepare for him one of your best breakfasts."
*Piérre smiled and turned to Will, bowing politely.*
"Good morning, Monsieur Will. What can I get for you today? We have every thing your heart can desire."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 12, 2008 11:15:03 GMT -5
*Will was a bit overwhelmed. The servant didn't seemed at all phased by the fact that a reanimated corpse was ordering breakfast.*
"Uh...just porridge is fine. Oh!" *He quickly added.* "And salted ham. Please."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 12, 2008 11:32:18 GMT -5
*Pierre prepared a delicious porridge where only the finest ingredients were used. The salted ham was of the best quality.
María ordered a ham and cheese omelet for herself.
The servants served Will and María their breakfast and quickly disappeared into the kitchen again. María turned to Will with a smile.*
"Please, enjoy your meal. It is so nice to have company here."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 12, 2008 11:37:24 GMT -5
*Will enjoyed his meal, but couldn't help but chuckle.*
"Even my kind?"
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 12, 2008 11:41:52 GMT -5
*María looked warmly over at Will. She could feel how her heart was beating when she saw him like this. She smiled, hoping he wouldn't notice her blushing cheeks or twinkling eyes.
He was so handsome, so gentle and kind. If every ghost had been like him, she wouldn't have any problems by being haunted. So her smile widened when she looked at him and replied gently.
"Especially your kind."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 12, 2008 11:43:24 GMT -5
*Will gave a jovial shrug.*
"It's talk like that which would make a suitor think you didn't mind being haunted."
*He continued his meal.*
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 12, 2008 11:53:41 GMT -5
*María smiled and looked over at Will with a glimpse of humor in her eyes.*
"Why are you talking about suitors all the time? As far as I know, I don't have any suitors."
Unless you want me....
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 12, 2008 11:58:39 GMT -5
*Will half-grunted into his food, the thought faster than his manners.*
"It is merely that you said you would not wed. You gave me the impression that such was not out of lack of desire as lack of candidates due to your infestation of ghosts."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 12, 2008 12:04:17 GMT -5
*María laughed as she continued enjoying her omelet.*
"Oh, that. Well, as you might have guessed, I am too shy to go anywhere I might attract suitors. And none of the men working at my castle or in my villages look at me as a woman. They see me as the owner of the castle and their employer. So you see, I doubt I would get any suitors even if my castle hadn't been haunted by ghosts."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 12, 2008 12:09:00 GMT -5
*Will lowered his brow as he looked up at her, as though something didn't make sense to him.*
"But..." *He gestured his spoon to accent her shape.*
"You're lovely. If you put yourself out there, I'm sure that plenty of men would jump at the chance."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 12, 2008 12:14:27 GMT -5
*María blushed and looked down again, shyly.*
"Thank you. But the thought of plenty of men jumping at the chance, frightens me. One man will be quite enough."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 12, 2008 12:22:28 GMT -5
*Will arched a brow in disbelief.*
"You did not seem so shy last night."
*He continued eating, not making a fuss of it.*
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 12, 2008 12:34:14 GMT -5
*María laughed and blushed again.*
"Oh, yes, that is true. But last night I was with you. I almost never feel frightened or unsure when I'm with you. Of course, the glass of wine might have had something to do with it as well..."
*She looked up at him over her breakfast, a twinkle of humor in her eyes.*
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 12, 2008 12:39:54 GMT -5
*Will nodded slowly, acknowledging the comment. He'd figured as much.*
"Of course." *He answered softly.* "I'm glad that nothing happened then."
*His eyes fell back to his food.*
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