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Post by Henry VIII on Jan 10, 2010 22:59:07 GMT -5
But of course, with the new arrival of the Court, there had to be a proper party thrown in celebration of the event. Whatever France's past history with England, at present things seemed to be if not friendly then at least cordial, and thusly Henry had invited to the event as many of the French nobility as could possibly attend.
Now that he had access to all of his attire, he was dressed as was befitting both a Tudor and a King for the gathering, waiting in a central location to greet his guests as they arrived.
Along the walls of the great hall were lined tables laden with foods of a wide range of delicacys, complimented by the finest of wines, all served by liveried manservants. In one sectioned-off area, a full band softly played music to add to the ambience.
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Post by Kat de Winter on Jan 10, 2010 23:07:21 GMT -5
Lord William and Lady Sorcha de Winter and Lady Ellen Blakeney had come with their children, being English citizens and quite important as far as the social whirl went. Both families were used to temporal inconsistencies (such as Henry VIII in Paris), and had simply decided it wasn't worth it to think about it too much.
Even the de Winter matriarch, Micaela, had left Manderley to put in an appearance with her children and their families. After her husband's death, she had stopped showing up to most events, but she figured it would be a nice excuse for a family reunion. She had insisted the whole family come dressed in a manner appropriate to the Renaissance, so her Granddaughter, Kat, was fully decked out in a green brocade gown and French hood.
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Post by Sophie on Jan 10, 2010 23:11:19 GMT -5
Sophie, thrilled to have been asked to come to a royal event, had borrowed one of her mother's roccoco gowns and had shown up resplendant in pale blue with white trim, though her hair was styled in something a bit less elaborate than what her mother had worn as a young woman.
Having no one else to accompany her, she arrived with the coterie of de Winters, happy to be there with her friend Kat and Kat's family.
And my, but did look to be quite a turn-out.
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Jan 10, 2010 23:13:13 GMT -5
The Enjolras clan showed up as well, Comte Nicolas with his wife, along with Lady Adrienne with her husband, Charles, and their elder children, David and Evie. They, too, had gotten the Renaissance dress code message.
The de Chagnys, who preferred to stay away from society events, came. Comte Raoul and Comtesse Johanna, and their eldest son.
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Post by Olivier on Jan 10, 2010 23:15:13 GMT -5
As one of the last of the Desmarais line, Olivier of course could hardly refuse, not that he'd ever want to. An opportunity such as this, to once again be at a royal-held event when the Desmarais name had been a fixture at such things once, was something he could never pass on by.
He was absolutely giddy, a boyish smile on his face as he greeted the other guests.
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Post by Laurent on Jan 10, 2010 23:18:49 GMT -5
Being the other last of Desmarais, Laurent was also here, though it was less for the prestige of being seen at such an event and more to see both what the ladies were like these days and what sort of competition he would have when attempting to ingratiate himself with them. That this was all at a King's party made no nevermind .Luckily, Henry somehow didn't notice that Laurent resembled a certain courtier he knew in England.
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Post by Zachaire on Jan 10, 2010 23:30:05 GMT -5
Even though their family's name was a bit...controversial, at times...it was also one of the most sought-after and intriguing. All the stories that swirled around the antics of the de Chagny line had been part of the gossipmonger's repertoire for ages--Raoul, Georgianna, Philippe, even Heloise and her supposed breakdown--and although nothing strange had happened with the twins, it always seemed as though everyone was waiting for them to "slip up" and start a new wave of stories to tell. Zachaire, broody but handsome in dark formal wear, pretended as though none of this was in the air around he and his sister as the two of them made their entrances along after the Desmarais .
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Post by Violetta on Jan 10, 2010 23:33:20 GMT -5
"Try not to look too gloomy," Violetta whispered to her brother. "There's almost stormclouds swirling about your head." He scowled, but visibly tried to relax his expression as she'd suggested, earning a small smile from her .
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Post by Sir Percy on Jan 10, 2010 23:45:06 GMT -5
Sir Percy entered the grand ballroom silently. It had been many, many years since he had been to Paris, and in honesty, he had thought never to return.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jan 10, 2010 23:47:36 GMT -5
One gloved hand resting lightly in the crook of her husband's elbow, Vianne surveyed the candlelit room with her trepidation buried in her enigmatic dark eyes, though it still showed in a single quirk of her lips.
"...will they be able to tell, do you think?" she asked Percy in a low voice, her words a little indistinct as she tried to keep her mouth very nearly closed, to conceal the fangs that glinted where her eyeteeth had once been.
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Post by Sir Percy on Jan 10, 2010 23:50:11 GMT -5
Sir Percy looked over at his wife, his blue eyes now almost inhumanely vivid. They still twinkled in the old way, however, and the look of pure love he bestowed upon Vianne showed that despite many many years since their change, he was as much in love with her as ever.
"Odd's fish, madame," he said in his usual drawl, reserved for society gatherings like this one, "no one would possibly suspect."
His blood teeth flashed against the candles as he spoke.
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Post by Henry VIII on Jan 10, 2010 23:55:35 GMT -5
The gathering was going far better than even he had anticipated--it seemed that anyone and everyone that could come, had. Even...
...was that who he thought it was? But no, there was no mistake--it was her. With a smile, he got up from where he'd sat perched and casually made his way through the ever-growing crowd, nodding to those who greeted him until he was nearby.
"Greetings to you, Lady de Winter. How are you this fine evening?"
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Post by Kat de Winter on Jan 10, 2010 23:57:55 GMT -5
"Your Majesty," She acknowledged, curtseying elegantly. "I am well, though you neglected to inform me your court was so nearby." She rose with her green eyes twinkling teasingly.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jan 10, 2010 23:58:35 GMT -5
"They had better not," she said, relenting with a small smile. "If I catch you trying to take a nip from a footman, we're going home."
Gathering the hem of her gown--crimson silk, full skirt flaring from a form-fitting bodice, embroidered with gold thread in an exotic style, brought from their home in Persia--they descended the stairs into the room, gold and rubies glowing at her ears and neck like pinpricks of fire and blood, drawing attention far from the now-faded mark upon her neck, at the softest piece of flesh not far below her right earlobe--two round marks, blackened and looking for all the world like a curious tattoo, or slightly oversized and evenly-spaced moles...
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Post by Henry VIII on Jan 11, 2010 0:00:51 GMT -5
"Your Majesty," She acknowledged, curtseying elegantly. "I am well, though you neglected to inform me your court was so nearby." She rose with her green eyes twinkling teasingly. Henry chuckled. "Until recently, the entire court itself had failed to inform me. Quite the surprise, I can tell you. I think they grew tired of mere correspondance."
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