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Roleplay - Inside the Palace - Library
Raven left her brother study angry she had to sit through dinner without him close to her, she had to sit with her mother instead! Had to bear the wife an kids Unbelievable. She continue fuming as she walked into the library hoping for some distraction or gossip that the maids refused to tell her. There was a glare on her face that made people steer clear off her way, she walked to a shelf throwing down the books she didn't like on the floor noisily not even minding the people there.
Raven turned around, she noticed a boy standing there she didn't recognise him or even know why he was gawking at her, the way he was holding himself says that he was some sort of Nobel. When she couldn't ignore him any longer she snarled "do not ask of what am doing. I am the Kings sister I can do whatever please me." She said expecting the young man to walk away.
Raven expression changed when she heard who he was, she wasn't angry anymore on the outside anyway, one of the prince she was giddy with joy not because she loved him or wanted to know more about him all she could think about was he could tell her the secret she was looking for if she played it well. "Ah! What a delight," she said with a kind smile putting her hands on his shoulder she continue steering him to a seat "it was a tragedy I couldn't be there for the birth of you and your sibling." She sighed looking lost in memory "but you're here now why don't we catch up on the going on everything especially in the palace." She said with a false smile, it wasn't his fault, it was just his mother fault she hated the kids.
Raven took note of that bit of news, she nodded her head. "How do you feel about that, your brother taking the crown and having his selection and you..." Raven knew perfectly well how she would feel how she still feel, her gaze darkened thinking about the days she begged to be queen.
Raven frowned, that was not what she expected who wouldn't want to be a king? "Military! A prince can't be seen in the military!" Raven was deeply annoyed her plan seems to be unraveling before her eyes, she wanted some chaos in the court, to take back what was hers. "Does the family knows if your choice." She asked curiously to see what her brother thought about that.
Raven shook her head as if disappointed, she was happy inside taking another note that the prince hasn't told her brother of his wishes. She leaned toward him, he seem soft and willing to listen from her. She said again except slowly "Zane what would it be like for you to be the king, what would you change." She was trying to tempt him and the same time trying to see where his temptation is.
Raven smiled knowingly at him, behaving like a good aunt she said tapping him arm affectionately "Zane boy, do not worry about it now." She looked around the library "as you know I haven't been in the court for a long time, far to long." She shakes her head as if in regret "I have missed a lot of what's been happening, your mother... How is she?" She asked not because she really wanted to know she just had to make him believe she really care.((Do you know where this is going))
Raven stopped her eyes from rolling, when the boy began praising his mother. Seriously the woman had to ruin everything for her she thought jealously and bitterly. She snapped "you're what a mamas boy!" She didn't mean for the bitterness to show but she quickly straighten out her expression hoping he won't notice. "There's always a dark secret behind every greatness."
((Mind if I jump in?)) The Dowager Queen, on her way to see Aric, was walking through the library, her long gown trailing on the hard wood floors. She stopped short when she saw not only her grandson, but her daughter. "Raven! What a... pleasant surprise!" She commented, putting on a tight smile. There was a reason Raven hadn't lived in the palace. The last time Raven and Seraphina had seen each other, they had a huge fight, and Seraphina had banished her from the castle, letting her keep her title of Duchess but not allowing her to be around while Aric and Rosabella raised their children. They had quite the argument, and hadn't spoken since. Before then, however, Raven and Seraphina were incredibly close. Seraphina had gotten news that Raven had arrived for the Selection, but she hadn't thought to run into her here, of all places, she'd been waiting until dinner. Since the last time they met, The Dowager Queen had grown older, her hair gray and frayed, wrinkles in her once lovely face. But she was still a formidable woman, one not to be fought with. Perhaps Raven got that strength from her mother, they shared a sharp tongue and witful mind.
Raven was startled to hear her name from a familiar voice. Her body stiffened as she heard her, Seraphina. The memories came rushing back of the two of them remembering the way they were. She turned glaring at Seraphina. She smiled it wasn't a kind one, "well if isn't the Seraphina the queen, I have been hearing a lot about you this days." Her smile was all teeth and her tone polite, too polite.
Seraphina's gaze was just as strong, "The Dowager Queen, now, dear. If you remember, I gave up my position for Aric's wife, Rosabella. I'm rather surprised you've heard so much of me, I haven't heard anything about you in decades." Her tone was just as sharp and venomous. If there was anyone she disliked more than Aric's wife, it was her own daughter. She looked to Zane, a kinder gaze, but still stern. She did however approve that he didn't give a reason for missing breakfast. Seraphina always said 'Any reason you can give is just an excuse for ineptitude.' Instead she said curtly, "You'll have to be there tomorrow morning, the Selected will be joining us for breakfast. Don't be late again, Zane." Though her attention was mostly on Raven, she commented, "I see you've met your aunt. Of course, it is unfortunate that in your sixteen years you haven't met her, but that's because she hasn't been around. It's a good thing your mother has a sister, at least you had one aunt in your life." More insults to Raven, slyly put. Seraphina never hid an insult when she had one to give.
Raven hands clenched into a fist, she hid her fist under the table her teeth were clenched as she spoke to her mother. "Am sure you have been a lovely grandmother to your grandchildren like you were to your own children." She said smiling sweetly though her eyes were hard, glaring at her mother. It makes me worry for my future children to ever see their grand mother, I wonder why." Ignoring her grand mother she turned to Zane "Zane boy weren't you just telling me how lovely and great your mother is?" She brought up zones mother knowing fully How Seraphina disliked her. She couldn't even keep the contempt from her voice, the words came out forced. She hated being here.
Seraphina was glad for her youngest grandson's formal report. She would be keeping a sharp eye on Raven. Zane was one child she rarely nitpicked anymore, as he kept himself formal whenever she was in the room. But when he was a child, she would pick on him all the time about formalities, like all the grandchildren, but him especially. Even though she loved them, she was a traditional woman. When she heard Raven, she actually laughed, raising her hand to her lips daintily "Oh, honey, by the time you have children, I'll be long dead. Surely you're all dry in there by now. Besides, Illean men marry young, I'm sorry to say I think that ship has sailed for you. Now, if you had stayed and been in your own Selection, we could have found you a proper prince from another land." Hearing how Zane was speaking of his mother, she replied easily, "Well what other way would he speak of his own mother? He's not you, after all."
Seraphina watched her grandson go, knowing he was going to greet Oliver's Selected. She turned a sharp look to her daughter. "I should go too. Don't be late for dinner." Was all she said as she left her there, leaving the library in a hurry.
((Sorry...... All caught up))Raven sneered as she saw her mother walking away but she said something before she went. She was angry at the statement that her boat has sailed away, at least she still had a chance, she thought trying to forget all the barrier that stood on her path. "Am sure I will be seeing you soon, Seraphina." She said her name like it was a disease, a curse. "Unfortunately my brother insist on this foolish idea of a dinner, don't forget mother your time is running up." She pointed to her watch giving her mother a slow smile, with that she turned back to the bookshelf thinking she would leave after them.
Jessamine had to almost fight her way out of the drawing room. After convincing Renesme that she wouldn't be interviewed by Oliver for a while, she slipped her way out of there. Then she was almost harassed by two maids, who politely she must include, badgered her to go back into the room. After insisting that she needed a walk, and some air they let her continue on her way. She had walked around for a while, before finding what appeared to be a library. It wasn't like a small library that you found in the richer people's houses, it was a huge, grand library. Her eyes went wide at the sight of it, and she could hardly stifle a gasp. Making her way around a corner of shelves, she ran her hands over the spines of some of the books. Fingering one with a red cover, she gently pulls it out, carefully opening it. Jessa was almost afraid she'd rip it, or break it some how. Even the books were royal looking!
Benny had had to find something to keep himself occupied with, he couldn't join Oliver in the Drawing room because the girl that had stolen his heart was there, and he couldn't bear to look at her flirting with his Prince. As honorable as he was trying to be, well he couldn't guarantee how he would react to seeing that. So he'd returned to his Prince's room and gathered all the books he'd read over the past months and brought them to the library to put them back. The librarian had insisted on helping, so he'd given her two books, then taken the rest onto himself to put away, he needed to be busy, to stay away from the thoughts of a beautiful kiss of the night before, anything to not think about the girl he'd walked away from.
Glancing up at a the sight of movement, someone rounding a corner, Jessa felt her heart stop as she recognized the face. Benny, the boy who's lips had just been on hers the night before. The boy she had cried over after he had left her. Breathing was suddenly hard, and her hands trembled, letting the book slip out of her palms. It clattered on the floor, and she knelt down quickly, hiding her face behind her hair. Picking up the books with shaking hands, she could feel the warm, wet tears already sliding down her face. Jessamine couldn't face him now, it was so soon, and just the sight of him made her heart ache. She wanted to run over, and grab him and shake him and tell him that she loved him, she just wanted Benny back. Jessa kept her head low, trying to pick up the book without him noticing. Just perhaps he hadn't noticed and wouldn't see the tears that were already brimming and falling on her dress. This would be the second dress she ruined with her tears, and her maids would be thrilled. Honestly, she was too heartbroken to care right now.
Benny had his hand on a book that he was reshelving, his mind getting the better if him as he replayed his own words in his head that he had spoken to Jessamine the night before. That was when he heard a tumbling of a book to the floor, he assumed it was the librarian, so he turned to offer her a hand. His breath caught though when he saw who was in front of him, Jessamine, the girl was there, in person, in front of him. She hastily stooped over to retrieve her book she'd just dropped, her hair fell around her face, but not before he saw the shimmer of wetness on her lashes, she was crying. Apparently he'd been seen as well, that or Oliver was sending girls from the Drawing room on tears, which was doubtful. His prince , his friend, was charming and never cruel. "Jessa," Benny kept his voice as neutral as possible as he walked forward, his chest hurt to see her cry, he honestly wanted to just gather her in his arms and tell her that he didn't want to leave her side again. It wasn't his place to sat such things though, she was for Oliver, not for Benny.
Jessamine looked up quickly, her mouth opening to say something, but snapped shut. Her long hair was sticking to her wet cheeks, and she pulled it back. She stood, sniffling quietly. Turning away, she put the book back slowly on the shelf. She couldn't talk, but she did anyway looking up at him. She was angry, sad, and just in pain. Seeing him was ripping open her heart even more, and there was nothing she could do about it. "Hello," She choked out, wincing at how cracked her voice was compared to the unaffected sound of his voice. "Benny." She replied as he called the shortened version of her name. There was so much she wanted to say, but she couldn't speak as she stared at him. Words ran through her mind, none of which she could settle on saying. "Come to break me again?" He had left her once, he probably would again. "Please take me back." He had left her for the Prince, who she could never love. Jessamine decided not to stay anything, settling on standing as still as she could and just watching him. She pressed her lips together, resisting the bubble of sobs in her throat. She could never love again, because Jessamine would always be in love with Benny. No matter what, she still yearned for him, despite the dangers of them being together. She just wanted to kiss him and forget the words from last night. She wondered if he regretted answering her question as much as she regretting asking it.
Fate was cruel and apparently was looking to hurt Benny in the worst of ways, as well as Jessa. She was wiping tears from her cheeks and he felt that he might just punch something to release the tension inside of himself. He had made her cry, he'd done this, and for what? Honor? For a stupid, silly selection? Benny was at war in his own mind as he wondered at what to do, his name on her lips just about did him in honestly, he took a few steps closer, making it to where they were only a step away from one another. "I'm sorry for last night, I'm sorry for how things ended," He rushed his words, not being able to keep them bottled up any longer, "I didn't mean to just leave you there after speaking like I did, I just didn't know what else to do. You're promised to another, and I can't just take you away from him, he's the prince, and what am I? A footman? A simple, lowly footman? You deserve more, better," Benny's hands had curled in on themselves, as he tried to keep his emotions under control, it was taking everything in him not to grab her.
Jessamine ran a hand through her hair, pulling it back from her eyes. As he spoke, she tapped her foot on the ground, breathing heavily from all the emotions that were coming over her. She just wanted to cry, and run into her arms, but yet she wanted to run away just so she wouldn't have to face the pain that she was feeling. Jessa glanced up as he apologized and she brought her hand up to her cheeks wiping them as if it would make her feel better. "You left me. I just.." She stepped closer, close enough to see every detail of his face, and it was beautiful, handsome, and she was utterly in love. His next words were enough to allow her to speak though. "I deserve more? I don't care about if you're a footman. I don't care if we just met. I don't care if there's a Prince who could possibly be my husband. I don't want that, I just want you. I love you and I will never stop loving you." Her voice was raising and it would be a miracle if no one heard her. She lowered her voice, carefully wrapping her hands around Benny's curled fists. "Please don't push me away." She closed her eyes, breathing slowly. The worst thing that could happen right now was if he would pull away and leave her again. If that happened, Jessamine knew she wouldn't be able to handle that. If that happened, well, Jessa had a pretty good shot at becoming suicidal. "Benny..." She murmured, looking up at him from under her lashes.
The library was deathly quiet, the only sound was the air going through it, making it easy to hear Jessamine's breathing as she seemed to be getting her thoughts in order. Benny couldn't be sure if he'd made the right choice the night before, but how could he have stayed? She spoke, interrupting his thoughts, and Benny listened, she was speaking pretty fast and said some big things that made his heart beat faster and his breathing speed up just a bit as well. She loved him? And she would never love Oliver? But how could she know that without giving him the chance? He would've asked her but she was begging him not to push her away, and she broke through, by putting her hands on his and peering up at him from beneath wet lashes, her eyes had hurt and pain in them, but also affection and love. "Jessamine," he took a deep breath, unfisted his hands and held her hands gently in his own, "I care for you, you know I do," He loved her truly, "I don't want to push you away, I don't enjoy it. I'm in pain too, that's why I didn't join everyone in the drawing room today, I couldn't bare to think of you with him in there, flirting and making love eyes at each other," Benny kind of smiled, "Though apparently you wouldn't be doing that. Despite what you say, you deserve a prince," This was said matter of fact like, "But," His eyes bore into hers, and there was a fierceness in his own, "I can't lie, I love you, and need you in my life. And though this may mean my own head, Jessa..." Benny leaned close, letting her know how serious he was, "Please don't marry Oliver."
((Sorry it took me so long to write! I was struggling about how to handle Jessa's emotions!))Jessamine could only watched as he took a long breath that seemed to take hours, and when he said her name, Jessa's heart lifted with hope. She wasn't religious, but she prayed to God that Benny wouldn't leave her. Her feelings for him wouldn't be, couldn't be one sided. "if you don't enjoy it, and are in so much pain, as much as I am, you know you can't push me away." She whispered, quieting down as he began to speak again. He thought that she would be able to flirt with Oliver, although she could never do any such thing. She liked him, but hated Oliver, for pulling her and Benny apart. Benny was talking, and managed a smile as he looked at her, and then he was leaning to her and it was impossible to not lean closer. Marry Oliver? "I would never." She said quietly, before lifting herself on her toes and gently pressing her lips to his, a small smile quirking at the corner of her mouth.
Thoughts of pushing Jessamine away were far from his thoughts, he was ready to stop fighting this connection between them, to actually just go with it, even if it meant that he would lose his position, his best friend, and possibly his life. Jessamine was staring up at him with such love, adoration, and other emotions that he was melting in her hands practically. She was gorgeous, as well as funny, sweet, sassy, and his other half really. Jessa expressed that she would never marry Oliver, and Benny couldn't help the smile that graced his lips as she leaned in and kissed him, Benny wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her flush against him as kissed her back, their lips crashing together in a fireworks display like way, the sparks were practically visible between the two of them. Benny deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness, a low sound came from his throat as they kissed, he eventually drew back, faintly remembering that the librarian was still lurking around there somewhere, so she could come upon them at any moment.
Jessamine wasn't sure she even looked like a human, she felt like a wet poodle. You know those poodles you see with the ugly balls of hair that look like something out of a horror movie? That's what she felt like, but looking at Benny was enough to wipe any thought other than love out of her mind. There was so much that could go wrong with their relationship, it was such a dangerous decision, but the electricity between them fizzled to strong to just disappear. When he pulled her closer to him, Jessa wound her arms around his neck, twirling the hair at the nape of his neck with her fingers as they kissed. Kissing as many people as they both had in their lifetimes, it was powerful, and experienced. Perfect was the only word that could possible describe the way he tasted, the salt from her tears mixing with the sweetness of his lips. Time stopped, and when eventually the two parted, she took a breath, looking up at him with him, taking one of her hands and slapping his arm. "That's what you get for leaving me last night. I was sobbing all night. You better not ever do that again." She threatened him, although an evident smile was on her lips.
Their breathing was a bit faster than average, after their whirlwind of kissing, it was everything he expected and more. Benny frowned, hating that he'd caused her such pain, "I'm sorry," He murmured to her and hugged her tightly to him, putting his chin on her head as they stood there. "I swear I won't try to give you cause to cry ever again," Benny then stood back some, giving them some space between each other, and he pulled his hands back a respectable distance, "Okay so we have to figure out a plan, at least until I tell Oliver of my intentions for you." Benny rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at her, "I don't want either of us losing our necks, or being put on the street. So if I can just get a moment alone with him tonight or tomorrow maybe..." He was kind of at a loss, but he knew that he loved the hell out of this girl and couldn't let her be sent back home or to be sent along as Olivers selected. Would Oliver be angry? HOneslty Benny wasn't sure, so far the Prince seemed pretty protective of the girls, so there was no way of telling how he would react to Benny's confession of falling in love with one of them.
Jessamine smiles softly, unable to keep her joy inside. After all the crying she had done, it was a relief to be able to put her grief aside. "I trust you will keep that promise you just made." He swore that he wouldn't make her cry again, and she would hold him to that. As he stepped back Jessamine flushed slightly, and tried to smooth her dress out. "We shouldn't worry about this now." She said softly, glancing up at him. It would be hard to find a time to talk to Oliver, and who knows how the poor Prince would handle it. There were so many different outcomes, and at least half of them include them dying or being lowered to an 8. "We can always wait until I'm eliminated, then tell him, and I could stay." She snapped her fingers lightly, "Or we could just wait for a decent time, but I don't want you to get in trouble." She looked up at him, fluttering her lashes in the most girlish way possible. "I couldn't bear it if you were in trouble or hurt, much less because of me." She stroked her hair, combing parts of it with her fingers. "We need to find some way to see each other in the mean time, because I cannot live with out you Benny." ((Oh I hope I'm not getting too cliche romance movie! It's really hard not to dive into them...))
There wasn't much distance between Benny and Jessamine but there was enough for it to be appropriate, Benny itched to close the distance though. He had to hold himself back, he gave Jessa that tell tale smile of his, the one that had earned him some laughter from her in the limo. "I know we can figure this out. I'll talk to Oliver soon... I don't want to risk you getting eliminated and me losing you for good," Benny decided to lean against one of the bookshelves, it gave him something to do other than reaching for her, "Until I get a chance to talk to him though we do indeed need to work something out so that we can see each other for more than a few stolen moments in a library... I could visit you in your rooms? At night? Or we could maybe meet in the gardens once in a while" he knew it wasn't much to offer, but it was all he had right then. Once he spoke to Oliver then he could propose to Jessamine and they could marry and see each other all the time, of course he wasn't going to mention marriage to her just yet, he wanted to plan out the proposal first.
Jessamine hugged her arms to her body, knowing that her mother would be furious with what Jessa was doing. It would be a miracle if she would never have to tell her mom. Besides that problem, there was Oliver, and it was all overwhelming. She could still feel her heart pumping, beating quickly from all the kissing and crying that had a occurred. "I could talk to him too." She put in softly, "I mean, I'm the one who's supposed to be here for him. It's going to be me leaving We just," She took a small breath, frowning as she concentrated, "We need to make him understand how we feel about all this." They felt a lot, and so much was just sitting undecided, or something that they couldn't plan. It was like playing the lottery, and their love was just one lucky chance. "My room and the gardens sounds like the best we can do for now." She smiled at him, stepping closer, "I mean, meeting up under the stars in the garden doesn't sound so bad, does it?" Jessamine blushed at the romantic thoughts that were flooding her mind.
The thought of her talking to Oliver didn't really settle well with Benny, he would much rather talk to his friend first, and hopefully make sure that the two of them didn't end up in too much trouble, Benny offered Jessamine an encouraging look. "I can do it, I mean I know that you want to get this done but I don't want you in trouble or hurt," Benny's eyes brightened some as Jessamine spoke of them meeting beneath the stars, "Beneath the stars, that sounds wonderful honestly. Very much the romantic interlude if you ask me, perhaps we can dance beneath them as well?" His suggestion was made with a crooked smile, his eyes never leaving hers. The thought of having a romantic evening out with Jessamine seemed like to much to hope for, but perhaps it would really happen? Benny wasn't sure of their future right then, but he knew he'd fight for her, he'd die for her even.
"I don't think I could get hurt." She said, raising an eyebrow, and taking a step closer to Benny. "I mean, I do have you to protect me, don't I?" She smiled and look down, "I still have that dress from yesterday..." She trailed off thinking of the other floral dress, and his eyes watching her twirl in it. It seemed like so long ago that he had complimented her, how he would remember her when he was blue, and the words made her want to wrap her arms around him and kiss him anymore. "The words you said then, I still have it." She smiled, and gently beat her lashes up and down, trying to see if he would take her in his arms again. They were only a few feet away, but it felt like miles. "I assure you that I will, of course, save us one dance, if the stars don't steal us away first." She couldn't imagine a life without Benny, and even if she couldn't see him as much as she would like, she got to be in his arms, and have her lips on his, at least for a small amount of times. "The stars, of course, will only shine for us. Although, I suppose we might as well be considered as bright as they are." She smiled with him, her beaming smile matching his adorable, crooked one.
((Ahem, don't mind me, in another part of the library...)) 
Alethea was on her off day, the maid enjoying her time in the palace. It reminded her of home, though the Illean palace was fairly different than the Greek one. Even so, it was a small comfort. It had been many years since she'd been home to Greece. Her home had been conquered by the Russian army and overtaken, her family slaughtered. She was the last one of her line, by some chance. And now, she was in Illea, as a maid. Fate was a strange thing.
The Greek girl was dressed in a short blue dress and black heels. Normally she'd not be dressed so fancily, but she had met some 'contacts' early that morning, for inside information of what was going on at home. She worried for her country, leaderless, barely being held by the Russian royalty, who cared nothing for Greece except for the profit it brought. But it was best not to dwell on it. Not while there was so little she could do. Alethea was on a ladder, reaching for a book on a high shelf. A book on Greek mythology, something she rather enjoyed reading in her free time. After all, if she came back to her country only to have forgotten her heritage, what kind of leader would she be?
((Kind of short, but it's just a starter, so.))
Elizabeth, or Bess as she preferred, finished putting up the books she'd offered to help put away for the footman Benny. She hadn't had much to do anyway, so why not go ahead and help the guy out? Plus he'd looked quite forlorn when he'd walked into her library, so she couldn't help but want to put a smile on his face, it had earned him a small smile, but nothing like he usually gave her. She chewed her bottom lip a moment before sighing and climbing off the ladder she'd been on, then she began walking back towards the stairs that would lead her down to the front desk. That was when she heard talking nearby and went to take a peek, it was Benny and some girl, she wondered who the girl was and why she was talking to Benny. She'd never seen her around before. "Benny I put those books up," She called out, before moving on, not wanting to interrupt his meeting with the girl, maybe she could cheer him up from whatever funk he was in?Benny nodded, they would make this work, one way or another, he breathed a little easier knowing that they had a kind of plan and ways to see one another. He almost stepped forward to embrace her, but a voice behind them made him stop and turn, the color in his face drained some, "Oh thank you Bess," He replied and gave her a look that said he truly was grateful, the young librarian all but disappeared after that, "I suppose we should be going, I'm supposed to be helping with breakfast anyway," Benny turned to Jessamine and leaned forward to kiss her lips quickly, softly, and then pulled back, not wanting to get caught. "I'll see you tonight then?" He whispered, hoping that she would give him one of her smiles, it would help him make it through the day.
Adrian opened the doors with a heave and sauntered in, looking around. He ragged the sunglasses off his head and shoved them into his pocket with a huff, his eyes almost wide with fury. His temper was so easily set off. Running a hand through his hair he looked down at his Rolex, almost growling at the time. He had already planned on being fashionably late, but at this rate he was going to be too late to be cool. He had dressed for the occasion, as his agent had suggested, not insisted, on him doing. He was wearing an all black suit with a red tie, his hair slicked neatly back. If his friends had seen him then, they'd have teased him for his preppy attire, but he wouldn't have cared. He was still hotter than all of them.
He angrily took out his phone and was about to ring his agent when he saw a girl on the ladder. Instantly presuming she was some sort of librarian, he called out to her. "Hey," he called, "You. Come here."
Alethea was reading titles off the books, precariously balanced on the ladder when she heard a demanding tone from behind. Glancing back, her bright blue eyes fell on a tall man who looked angry. Hmmph. She knew his type, probably a high caste. She could tell he wasn't a royal, she knew all the royals, but since he was traipsing through the palace, he must be a guest of some sort. But instantly he was already irritating her. There was no politeness in his tone, just the order and authority of his command. He didn't know who she was, and yet he assumed she was beneath him. It infuriated Alethea, though she didn't show it much."No." She said simply, her Greek accent more thick than she intended it to be. She'd perfected sounding more Illean, though sometimes she struggled yet with the difference. Focusing on pushing away her accent, she spoke again in a lighter tone, "You come to me. I'm busy, if you haven't noticed. Thanks for offering to help." There was sarcasm in her last few words. He'd seen she is on a ladder, in heels, reaching for a book, and yet he hadn't offered to help.
Now, if he had offered, would she have accepted? Probably not. Either way, she turned her attention away from him like she had forgotten him standing there completely, reaching for her book once more. The bookcases in the royal library were extremely tall, it made getting something on the top shelves a real chore. Even so, she managed to get the book out, only to have it slip from her grasp and fall to the ground with a loud thump. "Oipho!" She swore under her breath, the swear in ancient Greek meaning 'f!ck!'. She had all but started ignoring Adrian. If he wanted her attention, he'd have to come to her. He wasn't her superior, she didn't have to listen to him.
((Sorry this took so long! XD Had to figure out how to reply!))
Adrian's eyes narrowed immediately. Who the hell did this girl think she was? A princess? No. Adrian had met all the princesses, and this girl clearly lacked any charm whatsoever. Running a hand through his hair he laughed as she dropped the book, mumbling something he couldn't quite hear. Still, perhaps he'd been too rash with her earlier. Walking over to the book, he picked it up, not bothering to look at the cover and held it up to her, plastering a charming smile onto his face. Up close, she was uncommonly beautiful, and he wondered briefly, if all the palace servants were pretty. If not, they really ought to have been. "I'm sorry," he said lightly, "I was angry, I seem to have... Misjudged the location of a very important meeting. But you'll take me there of course. I'm Adrian Day." But of course, she would know that already. He had been delayed just walking in due to a young lady who had begun to cry upon seeing him. He was too much of a good person to let a girl cry in such distress because she lacked his attention; another reason he was running so late.
He looked up at her, dust from the shelves falling onto his hair, waiting. She had been rude to him, but he would forgive it because clearly she hadn't realised who she was talking to. Was she a Librarian? A normal maid? She was dressed strangely for a maid, sure, but she did seem familiar, so perhaps he'd seen her at one of the events or something. Not that it mattered; she was just a servant.
Yes, Alethea was beautiful. But her beauty was deadly. Behind her sharp blue eyes and dark hair lay the strength and independence of a bold, intelligent woman who needed no one's help. And she saw right through his 'charm'. She wasn't some ditzy girl who would fall all over him just because he flashed her a smile and apologized. Keeping a blank expression and not returning his smile, she helped herself off the ladder, her heels clattering as she stood steadily on the ground once more, grabbing the book from him. Now he had her attention, but even so she looked... unimpressed? Aloof? She didn't seem to look at him like he was anyone special, just some guy. A handsome guy, sure, but still just a guy."I've not agreed to take you anywhere." She replied snappishly, tucking the book against her as she crossed her arms over her chest. She noticed the tone in which he said her name, confusion lighting up her expression. "Am I supposed to be impressed? I am sure there are many who share the name Adrian or Day. What makes you so special that you clearly think I should already know?" She wasn't from Illea, and she didn't know who he was at all. She loved music, but usually she listened to exotic foreign music. Greek, French, Italian, all those kinds of music. Not Illean pop stars who could be in boy bands.
She was tempted to just walk away from him, and so he did exactly that, trusting that if he really cared to speak to her, he'd follow. She walked a short distance, book in hand, back to him, to a table which had a small stack of more books, about five. Setting the sixth book on top, she leaned down to read the titles on the bindings, making sure she had everything and going back to ignoring him until he spoke again. Clearly he wasn't making much of an impact on her day. As for her looking familiar, he wouldn't recognize her right away unless he was a diehard fan of the Greece Royal Family. Even royals who had known he family, such as the Schreaves, don't recognize her without her mentioning who she actually is. She'd been quite young when her country fell, and hadn't been in the media much before that. So for all intents and purposes, without anyone to put a crown on her head, she was a nobody.
Adrian was deeply confused at her expression. Was she one of his ex-girlfriend's or something? It was possible, but then he always remembered a girl's eyes, and beautiful though they were, he had never looked upon this girl's eyes before. He watched as she strutted away, book in hand, and wondered what the hell she was doing. Of course she was supposed to be impressed, he was like the musical version of Aristotle. He was slightly irked at her treatment of him, and even more irked that it was from someone like her. They royal family themselves didn't speak to him with such disregard.Regardless of her rudeness, however, he had somewhere to be. He dropped the charming act, as she clearly had no time for it for some strange reason. He followed her over, his smile replaced by an arrogant smirk. "Listen, sweetheart," he said, "I can see you're doing very important things here, but I have a meeting to get to, and I need you to take me there. My oh my, just think what Oliver will say when I tell him about that rude little maid who wouldn't help lovely old me where I needed to go."
He smirked again, pleased with his approach to the situation. Behind him, he could hear sudden whispers, and turned to see a group of plain looking maids all watching him with wide-eyed curiosity. They blushed upon seeing him notice them, and rushed off. Pathetic; it was only cute when pretty girls did it. He had overstretched his relationship with Prince Oliver a bit. He wouldn't have called them friends exactly, but he liked the guy, and for some strange reason he had once seen him in a bar downtown. Adrian wasn't one for asking questions though.
"So how about it, girly?" he offered, "Or are you going to make me say please?"
"Oh yes because saying please will do wonders." She replied with a sarcastic little sigh. She was as irked by him as he was irked by her. This guy was such a jerk! Unknown to him, she and Oliver were rather close. Or at least, they had been. They'd been playmates as children, being close in age. Sure, he had no idea she was even alive, much less working in his palace, but if she told him and he recognized her, she was certain he'd choose her over the Adrian Day. Finally she paused in what she was doing to turn towards him, one hand on the pile of books and one hand on her hip. "Prince Oliver does not scare me, and I doubt you have enough power in one little pinky to do anything of the sort. You're bluffing. And I am not your sweetheart." Instead of saying if she would help him or not, she studied him with her blue irises, wondering what made his boy think he was some kind of god. She glanced towards the group of maids, frowning and waving a hand at them and saying something in Greek, to which they scattered and ran off, leaving the two alone.
When she looked back at Adrian, she spoke, "Tell me, are you always such an obnoxious arse, or am I just getting special treatment? If this is how you treat your servants, I'd love to see how you treat your friends." She was very blunt and open, speaking her mind, her intimidating gaze staring right into his own eyes. She called him right out on it, and confirmed she was a servant, in one second flat. And he still didn't even know her name.
"It's not about power, love," he chuckled, "It's about influence. And no this isn't how I treat my servants, because my servants are helpful and polite." He found her annoyance with him amusing, it wasn't something that happened often. People were either intimidated, or worshiping, and there was not much in between. "And how I treat my friends is my business; don't be nosy, now." Save for his childhood friend and his friends in the music business, Adrian did not really keep friends. Too many attachments were no good in his profession, he needed as few bridges as possible. His few friends were his, and he didn't like to share them.Her startlingly blue eyes were boring into him, as though she had any right to judge anything about him. Go on, he thought, find a flaw. If you can.
He arched an eyebrow as she dismissed the other maids. He knew enough of the language to recognize that she was speaking Greek, though god only knew why. Flicking a strand of dark hair from his face, he clicked his tongue. "Okay, apparently you don't get it, so I'll make this fairly anecdotal for you. Once upon a time there was a beautiful priestess called Cassandra, and she could see the future. One day, the god Apollo tried to seduce her and was rejected, even despite all he had given her, and so he cursed her. No matter what she said, no one would ever believe her. Sadly for you, I'm not trying to seduce you. I just want to get to my meeting. And if I don't get there and they ask why, in this all important time in the Royal calender, I was not there, I will tell them I, despite sacrificing my own time to give to the Crown, was rudely refused help. And no matter what you say... No one will believe you."
"Well I am not your servant, I don't have to be helpful and polite. I work for the Schreaves, not for... whoever you are." She replied rudely. Normally she wasn't so rude, but he was ticking her off. Even so, Alethea found herself following his retell of the Greek myth. It was one she knew well, and yet she listened intently, her eyes brightening even more, if that was possible. Even though she still thought he was a total jerk, his knowledge of the myth warmed her heart just a little bit. Sure, she could see plenty of flaws in him. But that didn't mean she had to be his friend.Sighing in annoyance, she spoke, "If it will get you out of my hair, fine. My name is Alethea, since you didn't ask. Now where is this 'all important' meeting. And who are you, anyway, to be invited to some kind of meeting?" She asked. Earlier she really hadn't recognized his name. He didn't look like a diplomat, and he certainly wasn't an advisor. And he was too stuck up to be a servant. Picking up her pile of books, she grumbled something under her breathe about, "Utter waste of my time...", looking quite irritated. And as she had before, she started walking down the long hallway of the library, leaving him behind and expecting him to follow.
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((Don't worry hahaha, I've been struggling to keep up with so many roleplays, but I can't help myself))"Whoever I am?" he demanded, "Whoever I am? Are you trying to impress me with indifference? You've made your point you can drop the act now." As she told him her name, he pursed his lips. So she was Greek. It made sense now, and he though the name suited her, even if it was a bit of a mouthful for such an ordinary girl. Still, as she agreed to take him to his meeting, he smiled in triumph. He always had gotten what he wanted in the end. Still got it, he thought to himself as he followed after her, enjoying the irritation in her demeanor. He didn't usually tolerate irritation, but he was feeling incredibly smug, so he'd make an exception. Adrian didn't understand her attitude personally, the princes and the advisers often bantered with him, but he was clearly a guest in the palace. Was it not protocol to treat guests with respect? More to the point, this was hardly just a guest, this was Adrian Day.
"It's in the Music Room," he told her lightly, then her next question fully registered and he all but gasped. "You don't get out much, do you?" Maybe it was because she was Greek. Yes... Yes that must have been the explanation, although he'd done concerts in Greece, and even there in that backwater country he was popular. So perhaps she lived atop Mount Olympus. Whatever it was, she must have been fairly cut off to have never heard of him. "I'm Adrian Day," he said, "Singer, songwriter, musician, actor, stage performer, model and 5 time winner of Illea's Hottest Celebrity award. It's a pleasure to meet you, Alethea." He let her name roll of the tongue, something he only usually did when he was singing, or speaking to a crowd. There was nothing more exhilarating than performing in arenas. Everyone and everything was more beautiful under the lights. He imagined how this annoying little girl would look.
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((I'm just going to post this so I'm closing the Jessamine and Benny part? Sorry if it's interrupting anything!))Jessamine's mind felt like a beehive, buzzing, swirling and out of everything that went in her mind, all she should currently think about was Benny. She had just met him, she had just cried over him, but that only showed she truly loved him, right? She wanted to say it was like a fairy tale, and all they had to do was defeat the evil queen. Jessa watched his face flash and change into a white color, like he'd seen a ghost. Or like they'd been caught. She whipped her head to glimpse another girl backing out of the room. Her face went pale, then blushed lightly, hoping the girl didn't assume anything. There didn't need to be rumors going around here, not now when they oh so carefully had to spill everything to Oliver. She turned back and he was there brushing soft lips against hers. "I'm suppose to be meeting Oliver." She said, raising her eyebrows in realization. "I should go as well. Tonight though." Smiling, Jessamine grabbed his hand and squeezed it once before bouncing off to the drawing room. The moping girl from earlier had retired, and was replaced by the same happy Jessamine. She felt good being back to her happy self.
Alethea scoffed. What was with that tone? Just everything about this guy ticked her off. She knew where the music room was, of course, and was going to say something to Adrian, until someone walked by. Someone she recognized. Going pale, the girl did the only thing she could think of to make herself not recognizable. She dropped her books with a loud thump on the hard wood floor, turning to Adrian. Her bright blue eyes met his for a mere moment, and then she was leaning up and kissing him. She pushed him back so he was against a bookcase, her hands curling up to snake into his hair and cup his face, and her slim, fit body pressed against his. She was a good kisser, passionate, full French kissing him and giving him no chance to recover from the shock, making out with him like it was the most natural thing. Her lips tasted like cherry lipgloss, soft and sweet, her skin warm. She held him like that for a second, curled up in his arms like she belonged there. Would he kiss her back, despite the shock? And why the sudden kiss? Well, she was waiting for the man to walk past, but Adrian didn't know that.((Sorry I took so long! I actually had trouble with this reply. >.> Didn't realize how difficult it would be to write, and it kind of sucks.))
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The library was always one of Felicity's favorite places to be. She loved the quietness of the place, were you could just think without interruption or read a good book. She loved reading. Reading wasn't just reading words off a page. It was about the story the words told and the things you learned from said books. She'd always marveled at all the things you could learn from simply reading a good book. Felicity knew that as the cousin of the Prince and future king she probably should make an appearance in the drawing room, but she just couldn't bring herself to. Not yet. It was...overwhelming to know that her cousin had 35 girls all competing to be his wife. Its not that she didn't want to meet the girls either. That wasn't why she was avoiding the room it was simply too crowded for her tastes though she'd end up in there eventually. She also was reluctant to meet any of them and get attached only for them to be sent home. With a small sigh she looked around noticed a maid. Mila was her name if she remembered correctly. "Hello Mila. How are you today?" She asked walking up to the girl being careful to watch her step so her clumsiness didn't cause her to trip in the heels she was wearing.
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Cole sstood outside the door, but before walking in, took the time to neaten himself. He straightened his button-up T-shirt, made sure they were properly tucked into his dress pants, brushed his hair out of his face with his hand, and pushed the library doors open. Walking in with very proffesional looking strides, as if he had somewhere to be, he briskly walked over to the nearest aisly, and dissapeared inside where no one could see him. Once he was positive no one else was around, he loosened up a little. Heaving a huge sigh, he casually leaned against one of the large shelves, and rested his head against the books. Staring at the ceiling, his thoughts began to wander, but he quickly caught himself. Just because he was alone was no excuse to daydream. Standing straight again without the support of the bookshelf, Cole glanced at the book his head had been resting against. It appeared to be some sort of guide to astronomy, so Cole picked it up, figuring he could always use more knowledge, and flipped it open to a random page, beginning to read.
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The library, a breathtaking room. It's four stories high, many of the books requiring tall ladders to even reach. This library is flawless, a grand place to come if you enjoy reading.