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| Topic Started: Jul 10 2008, 12:13 AM (145 Views) | |
| Morrigan Goldilocks | Jul 10 2008, 12:13 AM Post #1 |
 
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Morrigan's leg as crossed at the knee and was bouncing under her overly lavish dress. She was slumped way down in her chair. But it was okay, there was no one in the room to judge her - the servants wouldn't dare say a thing and her friend shouldn't. If she did there were a slew of things Goldilocks had in her hand to lay out about her that she knew the other girl wouldn't dare. It was a precarious friendship that way - but no different than any other girls of the court. "Are you going to the Century Party?" She asked, looking up at the other girl with just her eyes where her head was pressed against her chest. She smiled a little as she chewed on the cinnamon stick in her mouth. "Good old Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel the II are going to be waking soon and I hear that Wendell has agreed to use his land as it's central to host if for the newly roused welcome home guests." She arched a blonde eyebrow and let her full lips pull back in a smile. "That's right - I called him Wendell." She challenged. "And I'll call him it everyday for the rest of my life. You wait and see - I might even scream it." She pulled her shoulders up and let a coy smile cross her face before she bounced up to a proper sitting position. "All the kingdoms are sending something for the party - maybe we can go a few days ahead and bring our gifts in advance." The eyebrow shot up again on her forehead. "You do want to travel - don't you? Think of it, a ball - a grand ball...and men we don't see everyday. Kings and princes and marquis and dukes...it'll be splendid." She threw her hands up and fell back to the initial position she'd been sitting in as she went back to enjoying the cinnamon stick. |
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| Rosalind D'Errico | Jul 10 2008, 12:49 AM Post #2 |
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Rosalind sat at one of the small gilded tables that were in the room, her legs crossed beneath it. Like everything else in the room and the castle, maybe even the kingdom, there was just something a too much about her. Her posture was too perfect, her smile too wide, her clothes too elegant, for any of it to be real. Something within her had to be ugly and once the doors were closed and she began to speak, it took little time to see just what that something ugly was. Even as she wrote out the short letter to some courtier suitor that she intended to send away, she was watching Morrigan, her closest friend, with complete disgust at how she chose to sit. "I'll believe that when I see it... I will get to watch, won't I?" She teased with her fake smile before going back to her letter. Over her dead body would she allow Morrigan anywhere near Wendell. There was only one decent king in the Nine Kingdoms and she would never sit back and just hand him over to someone else, leaving her with only Olaf and the nudist for kingly choices. Of course, she could always go after someone that wasn't a king but why should she? When you deserve a king, you never settle for a Lord. "Of course I'll be going." She told her as she folded up the paper, slipping it into a nearby envelope. "I went to the dressmakers the other day to plan my dress for the event. Silk from the Rumplestiltskin factory." Rosalind boasted as she used her seal to close the envelope and brought it up to her lips, leaving a pink lipstick mark on it before setting it aside to pass to one of the maids to deliver when she left. "Do you think the Olaf's duke will be there? If you look past the wings, I wouldn't mind learning his name to scream a few times..." She told her as she stood from her spot, gathering the massive amounts of skirt into her hands to help her cross the room without tripping and took a seat across from Morrigan. |
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| Morrigan Goldilocks | Jul 10 2008, 01:14 AM Post #3 |
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"Of course! I'll let everyone watch just to prove it." She wrinkled her nose before sticking her tongue out in perverted humor. She leaned up again. "Was that to Courtier Gaul? Do you think he'll weep?" She asked with a twinkle in her eyes. Morrigan loved to break hearts - it was her favorite thing. She had laughed in private after ditching an older man by the name of Lionel. It had been a fun trifle, but just as fun to ditch. It never occurred to her that he might have thought the same thing after she dried her fake tears. "Ooo, saucy." She cooed as she bit her lip with trying to hide her smile. "Dexter Murphy - I know all their names. I wonder if the wings could be used for anything fun." She pulled her shoulders in again as she snickered. "Liar!" She said jumping to her feet and running around the table to get nearer to her friend. She leaned in to look at her closely. "Rumplestitskin Silk; if you say so my grandmother owns a fairy farm." She sat in the seat across from her friend. It was automatic for her, when in the round bottomed chair to sit like a lady - even though she looked like one she hardly sounded like one as she went on happily. "I've gone to have my dress made by the little old lady in the shoe - you know the one but that's when I thought to have it done in Kissing Town." She chomped on her lip again. "I went there and found the best place, mine is being prepared by them - blue." She said leaning forward a little energetically. "You know the best part...not only will I be able to call him - er scream him - Wendell...he'll scream me too." She said with a little nod. "But if I could earn a little squeaking from that Duke in the interim I wouldn't mind one little bit. Do you think they do - elves and fairies I mean?" She felt a fake shy smile cross her face as did a little warm blush, it too was only half real, "I know for a fact wolves howl." |
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| Rosalind D'Errico | Jul 10 2008, 01:39 AM Post #4 |
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"Probably." Rosalind really didn't care either way. If he cried so be it. If he didn't, it was only because he was putting on a brave face. He really should have known better though. The man had only been meant for a good time. It was his fault for growing attached and started to speak of things about her being his next wife and such. At that point, she knew she had to break it off so two weeks after telling him that she would indeed marry him, she was now writing him a letter to tell him that she would rather choke on her own vomit than do so, though in slightly prettier language. Dexter... she rolled the name around in her mind. He might do for a fun time while working against Morrigan for Wendell's attention. As she had voiced it first, Rosalind was forced to step aside and pretend to be excited as she tore her apart right in front of the King and then calmly and quickly took her spot on his arm. After all, that was what friends did and if she thought she would do any differently than she really did deserve to have him stolen. "I am not a liar!" She exclaimed, outraged at being called so. Whether it was the truth or not did not matter, what mattered was that she had accused her of it in the first place. "I'm sure. You said your last dress was blue as well and it came back that awful grey color. Do you remember that?" She asked, smiling cheerfully as if sharing an old beloved story though her eyes told a different story in the true undercutting and meanings behind her words. "You looked like a fat donkey." Rosalind added with a small giggle. "I imagine they're more the singing types than a screamer or squeaker." With a shake of her head, she noted, "I hate squeakers. How unmanly can a person get. Its disgusting. You know Marquis Miller squeaks?" She added with a sick little glee. "Why do you think I ditched him so quickly?" With a roll of her eyes, she raised her arm up in the air, snapping a couple times towards the maids that milled the room. "Everyone knows that, Morrigan." As one of the women came up beside her, she smiled towards her. "I'm thirsty. Get me a drink." Sitting back, she watched as her stepsister scuttled off from the room to fetch her some water and turned back to Morrigan. "But like I said, that's not exactly breaking news." She continued with a coy smile. |
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| Morrigan Goldilocks | Jul 17 2008, 01:52 PM Post #5 |
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"Why do you have to bring that up!" Morrigan sat up straight, her cheeks flushed with irritation at her friend's lashing out at her. "I know I looked like a fat donkey - you know I looked like a fat donkey...everyone knew! But they can forget now. It's time to forget about it." She grumbled falling back in her chair. "Besides I saw a swatch of the fabric this time. It was sky blue - very pretty." She said quickly on the defense. She glanced out the window mulling over all the things Rosalind had said. She didn't like squeakers either, that was horrible. It brought her around to the man she was supposed to marry. Morrigan hadn't trifled as much as she did now. She was a tease and a flirt, there was no doubt about it but even with that she had been in love. The man who had won her heart died recently and it had crushed her very spirit. Wendell's Viscount Lansky was that man. She had adored everything about him, from the way he moved to the words he said. He had won her entire heart and soul and they were to marry. He had been charmed by her, she was innocent then - she was full of coy countenance and it only worked in both of their interests. However a mere month prior she received word from Wendell's advisory board that he had been killed in the line of duty. Morrigan locked herself in her room for two weeks and came out a different girl - the sly and devious creature she was now. It was only after the fact that she even remembered she'd met Wendell; he was a mere decoration int he castle aside the love of her life. She had been blind to all other men. In fact, she couldn't describe Wendell in detail - yet still she wanted to capture him. She wanted to break hearts to mend her, with the intention to make everyone feel the same pain. It killed her to think about and she hated Rosalind a little bit for allowing it to enter her mind at all. The girl knew, or so she thought, that Morrigan had truly loved her betrothed. She frowned a little. She would have been a good wife, a proper lady of the court - she had even had most of her room packed and her things sent to the 4th Kingdom where she would make it their home. She was ready to be a misus, more than ready - he was a good deal older than her but that only drew her more. Now she was simply bitter about the whole idea of love; where before she had been a true believer in all that the kingdom stood for and the love it was built on now crumbled away. She had become one of them, one of the typical 1st Kingdom nobles. She had always pretended to be the cat that she actually was now, particulary with her friends. However she hadn't meant it - her heart hadn't been in it, as it already belonged to Lansky. But now that she'd been forced to take it back against her will she was trying to figure it all out and readjust to living loveless life. "Did you see that new princess?" Morrigan asked in a bored tone. "She was...I simply don't have words. I think she was with Duke Brendenton." Morrigan sat up straight as if in dawning realization. "I mean KING! Did you know he's a king now Rosalind? Brendonton - he owns the largest province in the kingdom now. He's the king, he's not a duke anymore!" She turned her two large eyes on her friend. "And he was seen with her." |
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| Rosalind D'Errico | Jul 18 2008, 11:18 PM Post #6 |
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Rosalind's nose curled in deep disgust at the thought of her. How long she had served this court and how they all scratched and clawed their way to try and gain those top positions, to think that it had just been given away to some common girl. She didn't care who her parents were or her grandparents were, she didn't deserve it, if only for the fact that it should have been her in the girl's place and crown. How she longed for a crown of her own, the symbol that said she truly was better, smarter, more beautiful than all the rest. And now she was seen with the newest King - the one that she pined for more than any other (though having only done so since the moment she had discovered his ascendance). Over her dead body. "I'm sure it was nothing more than pity. No more than any of us feel for her." She said bitterly as she rose from her seat, standing tall as if to prove that she was better than the new princess to the whole room. It was how she was taught to work and had been so for as long as she could remember. Never had she had to lift a finger for anything and she never planned to. That was what the help were for. Someone that wasn't afraid to get their hands dirty had no business within the ladies of the First Kingdom. Turning angrily, she asked, "Didn't I ask for some water? Stupid lazy worthless girl! I might as well do it myself." Of course, she wouldn't. "Last ball, I had a chance to dance with him and we got along quite well." She changed the subject, exaggerating truth if only slightly. "I wouldn't be surprised if he comes to court me any day now. Really the only left is for me to decide if I want rubies or emeralds in my crown when I get it." Rosalind boasted as she flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked into one of the mirrors that littered the room, imagining herself with it on. |
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| Morrigan Goldilocks | Jul 18 2008, 11:56 PM Post #7 |
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Morrigan looked over at the little girl in the corner. She was so meager and scrawny. Forget the fact that Morrigan and Rosalind would look just as tiny and insignificant without their corsets and crinolines and fluffy yards of fabric - the point was that she wasn't in them. Morrigan got up and went over to the girl. She knew her - she had been the one that often served them - she seemed to be everywhere. That annoyed Morrigan all that much more. "Make that two." She told her. She glanced over her shoulder at Rosalind. She smiled at her friend widely. "I only heard they were seen together - I didn't realize it was more than a few words. Had to be pity." Morrigan dismissed it quickly with a wave of her hand. "Right? Really he couldn't have given her more than a fleeting glance. He has to know she's not really a princess - that you're more of a royal than her and certainly that I am. That we are." Morrigan came over and sat near her friend. She too raised her chin. "Wait, you really do think so - pity..." she repeated, just to be sure. Morrigan simply wouldn't be able to live with herself if that thing got more more attention than she did. Princess or not. "It's pity." She said again, unconvincingly. "Water!" She called shrilly over the shaking of her voice from a moment ago. It was the only thing she could do to get her mind off the silly little princess and the most amazing king in the land; or at least amazing since five minutes ago when she realized again that he was a king and that he had been paying attention to someone else. The fact that the water wasn't there yet gave her the right to howl for it, or so she figured. |
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