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Post by bandach on Dec 8, 2011 21:56:45 GMT -5
Elena was not sure how she felt about this, getting a visit from Lady Aryenne Dracose. Her father said it was good to try and build up relationships in Camelot other than Arthur Pendragon, and the Dracose was a strong and prominent family in Camelot. Still, Elena could not help but to find herself having a very terrible feeling about this. Few good things could be said about the young noblewoman, actually, the princess has heard nothing but horror stories about the girl and her temper, not to mention, how she and Arthur do not get along. In fact, she sounded worse than Lady Vivian, but Elena would never say that out loud. This visit was prompted at such an odd time, out of the blue, it felt to her. In fact, she probably should not even be out riding right now, but it help calmed her nerves, this might as well be the calm before the storm.
A snort escaped the horse she was riding, a great big black shire, "I suppose you are right, we should head back," just look at her, talking to the horse. Horses don't talk, yet Elena felt that they gave her every ounce of freedom that she needed away from politics and Gawant. As much as she loved her father, and even with this astounding new sense of herself ever since the wedding, Elena still felt off about becoming Queen of her kingdom. At least, she was glad that she could do so now without a King at her side, thanks to both her and Arthur, Elena found that maybe a new set of rules was entering into Albion now. Sighing slightly, she turned her horse around in a large swing before digging her heels into his side, spurting him back towards the castle so that she could get ready.
Such a shame really that she would not get to ride for the rest of the day as she slid off the horse and handed him over. Giving one last pet, Elena headed off into the castle. Aryenne could not be a girl who liked to ride on horseback, she was probably far to pretty to do such a thing, plus she was always followed around by a wolf, or a dog, something along the lines of that. The horses would be uneased at such an animal was in their path. She walked down the hallways now, balancing out her arms as if she were walking on a tight rope to her room so that she could change into another dress, after all, she couldn't allow Aryenne to see her so messy that she would waltz back to Camelot to tell of Princess Elena's untidyness.
In her honest opinion though, Elena felt much better about herself and kept better sense of herself. Even Arthur had admitted it at his Coronoation. Tossing her dress to the side, Elena threw on a yellow dress and combed her hair before braiding in a fishtail braid. Looking herself over in the mirror once, she went back to her bed and threw her boots back on, to this day, Elena would probably never walk around in her own castle with heels on. There were trumpets sounding, Aryenne had arrived now and Elena could feel herself wondering as to what all the wonderful chatter that she would have to endue would be about. Getting up, she hurried towards the front steps just in time to see the young noblewoman now, "Aryenne! I hope you had no problems on your journey!"
Tags: Aryenne Dracose
Setting: Gawant Castle and about
Timeline: Post 4.9
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Post by bandach on Sept 1, 2011 15:46:43 GMT -5
This poor girl must think her crazy, just like Grunhilda, but of course, Gwen did not seem to voice it out loud as Elena scrambled after her to keep up. After all, the lower levels of Camelot City were probably not places in which one would want to be being lost in, especially at night. Granted, the girl may also be smiling because of this shoe business. Elena could not stand them, literally. They hurt her feet, and quite frankly, she didn’t understand how any of the nobles could. But of course, all what they did was wear these fancy shoes meaning that leaving her room might prove to be impossible, unless, she snuck her riding boots under her dress, which, was quite a possibility. After all, her dress was quite long, Elena would have to be running before they would be able to catch onto the idea that she was wearing boots instead of heels. It was a plan that she would file away in her brain.
Perhaps her question had been out of term, about her name at least for Gwen let out a soft but startled expression at first before a smile crossed her lips, “Gwen fits me better, and I’ve been called it since I was a child.” She replied now. Elena thought about it, putting quite a process into it before finally nodding, “Yes, I suppose I could see it. At least you can shorten your name. I certainly cannot do that at all,” actually, it might prove impossible. There was nothing that anybody could get out of Elena, and her father’s nicknames were completely out of context, or at least, they most certainly had nothing to do with her name. Gwen was just one of those lucky people she supposed. Of course, Gwen could be keeping a secret, perhaps there was somebody, like another servant or something along the lines of that. Elena was smart though, she would never dare ask a question such as that, for anybody, regardless of rank, was in charge of their secrets.
After a moment, Elena decided to ask a different thing, such has how far the castle was. Gwen glanced over her shoulder as she walked, something that Elena was quite certain that she would fall flat on her face if she did such a thing, “Oh not too far. Perhaps you would like a tour of the market before going into the castle?” she offered now. The young girl nodded her head excitedly, “Oh yes please, anything that would keep me from getting there too quickly,” she explained as she trotted forward to keep in stride with Gwen now, “Sorry, you must think me a terrible girl to not want to step foot in Camelot castle when a lot of people always dream of it.”
[[That took forever! I'm so sorry about this!]]
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Post by bandach on Sept 1, 2011 15:33:33 GMT -5
Ah, the flower incident, one would probably never forget that. Actually, Elena was far certain that might have been the worst part of their outing…or she could be mistaken. Somehow, other than that horse ride, Elena had managed to push everything out of her mind as if it had been a bad memory. Well, it wasn’t too terrible, just completely awkward and to think that their fathers thought that they would have made a good match. Arthur had seemed rather disinterested anyways, they both were and while she certain didn’t have anybody in Gawant (after all, who would have wanted her?) but it made her ponder a little about Arthur. After all, he was certainly quite the ladies man if she remembered correctly, certain not now. Both of them, both Arthur and Elena, had clearly matured, “Perhaps,” he stated now, clearly thinking, “Or we could just go for a ride and enjoy each other’s company,” the young king suggested now. The whole thing could not help but to make her laugh, he was clearly trying to avoid another loss and quite frankly, Elena could not blame him, “I suppose I could humor you to such a ride.”
Her statement did not end the conversation though. They were both thinking about it as well though, but surely Arthur more than her. After all, Elena had not been the one to lose. Rides were always such a pleasure for Elena, she felt free in the saddle, and it also put boys and men in their place. She hated how they thought that she had to ride side saddle or had to remotely remain at a walk. Where on earth was the fun in that? As he went on saying that he did not want to be the one to cause tears to form in her eyes, it took the young princess all of her will power to not double over laughing on the ground. None the less, a chuckle did escape her and she shook her head lightly, “Oh please, I don’t cry. If anything, it would simply will me to work harder the next time,” she replied now, “But of course, I do understand where you are currently coming from. You are just too chicken to take me on,” Elena challenged with a smile, “And it’s understandable, being the new king and all. Can’t have your reputation on the line,” but of course, just as he had been with her, Elena’s words had nothing more than a teasing tone to them.
“How did you find it helped you, generally?” Arthur enquired now about the potion that Merlin had given her. Well, she certain had not been expecting such a question. Her lips twisted slightly as if thinking of an answer herself, “You know, I’m not quite honestly sure. I just felt as if a great load had been lifted off my shoulders, or as if I had just gotten rid of something unpleasant inside of me, like bad food.” Honestly, she wasn’t even sure if that made sense at all. For all she knew, that explanation might cause Arthur Pendragon to think her mad, granted, it would hardly be anything new. Even with her new composure and looks, Elena still had that tomboy stigma left over from the past, and truth be told, it was still there in a way, the princess knew it would always be part of her, but just at home. After all, these shoes were killing her. At Arthur’s own explanation of how he felt the morning of, laughter could not help but to escape her, “Oh believe me, I could tell. You looked terrible on the aisle. Clearly, we both were not ready for such a thing at all.” Besides, even though it was quite an odd concept, love seemed like a better reason to marry than our of building strength. After all, that was what friendship was for.
And there was no offence between their words at all. Both of them knew how the other had felt about the whole thing even before this night, probably even before they had met each other that first time. No, hurting each other’s feelings was probably impossible for them to do, at least on this subject at hand, “I have to ask Elena, would you have said anything during the ceremony, had I not?” Blue eyes glanced over at him now, curious at such a question, “If you do not mind me asking such a thing,” he added on quickly as if he had just insulted her face. A smile rested on her lips, “Of course I would have. God, no, I wouldn’t want to be stuck in a marriage. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us. Besides, I could hardly imagine your father allowing me to walk around in my bare feet or in my ridding boots around this castle. My feet being comfortable is quite high on my list,” she said with a grin. It was good that they were talking about this, it was something that they did not really get to discuss with her going back to Gawant so soon after that ordeal. They needed this conversation and it was clearly doing them good.
Thankfully though, Arthur was not marrying Vivian. If that had happened, then Elena could honestly say that she would have been insulted. Vivian was too much to handle for the Gawant princess, there was just no way around it. Prior to meeting Arthur, she was a snob and spoiled brat, after Arthur, that was all what she talked about. It was a miracle that she had never found out about their proposed married. If that been the case, Elena might not have been standing here today right now, “The poor girl,” Arthur said with a chuckle now, “What does she say?” The question alone made Elena roll her eyes, “Oh my god, I don’t think I can even remember anything. There’s just so much, you’re the only topic to have with her and how you are her love, and there’s something about chicken thrown in there and destiny and it’s just, no Arthur. Just no,” Elena said. Something seemed to hit the king very quickly now though, “Wait, did you…you didn’t tell her about how we, almost…got married, did you?” Elena’s eyes could not help but to widen, “Dear god, no. What, do you think me mad Arthur Pendragon? She’d probably incite war against me and my kingdom.”
It was such an odd question to ask, but when he informed her of who his future queen would be, Elena could see why there would be such a question. Gwen was a wonderful person, even if she was a servant. These were times of change anyways, her father said so herself and with Arthur as king now, he could do what he want. Besides, considering how Gwen had handled Elena during her stay here, she would make a fine queen indeed. As Arthur explained everything now, it made much more sense about his reluctance to do anything with her, and she nodded at his words of explanation now. Her face lighted up at the idea that he was inviting her to the wedding, “Oh, most certainly count me in, Arthur, I’ll give you two a fine wedding present…whatever that may be,” oh dear, not there was something she needed to think about, “I would also like it if you were to meet her tonight. But this time, not as a servant of the castle.” Elena simply nodded her head, “Of course, I have to off her my congratulations after all.”
[[HOLY COW, this took forever. I didn't feel like color coding at the moment since, this is like the thrid time I'm trying to post this, but I'll do it later, I swear!]]
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Post by bandach on Jul 30, 2011 19:14:20 GMT -5
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Post by bandach on Jul 30, 2011 19:11:51 GMT -5
Princess Elena! Where are you?!” Came a rather loud voice, “You need to put on your shoes!” A snort escaped her, like that was ever going to happen, she rather die than put on high heel shoes, and that was saying something. Besides, high heel shoes were just…pointless. They were hard to walk in, hardly had any grip, and gave her zero balance. Not to mention, they hardly made her look like a lady at all, in fact, they made her walk awkwardly and often had to have a grip of the wall or else she would fall, no, in her mind, there was no need to embarrass her even further than what she has already accomplished in half of her life time. This business of the high heel shoes was always a problem for Princess Elena of Gawant though, she just did not like them, and often found herself preferring to slipping riding boots on her feet under her gown, or even go barefoot than have to deal with heels. Although, Grunhilda appears to think otherwise and has been prone to chasing her all over the castle to force these shoes upon Elena’s feet, a very dangerous game of cat and mouse for the Princess.
For now though, she had sat herself underneath a table. Probably not the best of hiding spots but at least you could watch for people’s feet as they pass by looking for you, or at least, that is what Elena thought about it. After all, she knew what this shoe business was about and she for one was not entirely thrilled about it. The idea of having to entertain some of the finest women in all of Albion was a little nerve racking, especially when Elena was not the typical princess, more of a tomboy. She was a terrible klutz, had terrible table manners, and often found herself wanting to ride and beat men at their own sport rather than sit around and well, talk. Thankfully, somehow, she got spared Vivian, the idea of having to hear about how wonderful Arthur Pendragon was hardly entertaining, but still, there were many other notable princesses and noblewomen who were going to be here, at Gawant, whom Elena had never met before in her life.
And how on earth are you supposed to entertain a whole group of women when you knew nothing about them?
A huge sigh escaped Elena now, no, she was not looking forward to this at all, “There you are!” came a voice now, and her doe eyes widen considerable as she glanced over to see Grunhilda’s face at her level now as the maid squatted on the ground to see her, “Now you can finally put these shoes on.” One look at the white strappy heels that were being shown to her, Elena practically screamed. Quickly, she scrambled out under the table, “Oh no, you are not getting away this time. You will wear these shoes!” came Grunhilda’s voice as her arm reached out to grab the princess, but Elena was quick and practically bolted down the hallway now. She glanced over her shoulder as she ran, “You can’t make me wear them!” She called back before finding herself tripping over an upturn in the rug. Sprawling out on the floor now, Elena glanced back to see Grunhilda storming down the hallway now, waving those shoes. It was as frightening as coming across a cockatrice in Balor’s woods.
Quickly now, Elena got to her feet and bolted down the hallway without much of a second thought and rounded the corner, stumbling into her room before slamming the door behind her now, and pressed herself up against the wooden door. There was a heavy thump against it now, “Princess Elena!” Grunhilda said now, her voice not entirely friendly and her patience shot short, “I will not where those shoes!” She called back, almost defiantly, but perhaps she was only feeling that way for her father was not around to talk her into such things. There was a defeated groan, for the time being at least, and footsteps were walking back down the hallway. After a moment’s wait, Elena finally took a step away from her door, once she realized that nobody was coming back in, she walked over to the mirror now. Her hair was an utter mess! Her blond hair looked positively wild, as if she had come out off the woods. Picking up a brush, she tried running it through, but of course, it got stuck.
Story of her life.
There was a loud sound of trumpets now sounding the arrival. Elena’s eyes went wild as she glanced towards the window before bolting towards it and stared down. In the glare of the sun, it was hard to see who it actually was, either way though, Elena supposed that she should go down in greet them, “Oh, I don’t want to,” she murmured to herself, dreading that her life was about to end by how awkward the day and night will be for her. As the trumpets sounded again though, the princess knew that she had to go. Quickly, she ripped the brush out of her hair and tossed it aside before reaching under her bed and grabbing her riding boots and started to put them on while hopping towards the door, after all, her dress would surely cover them, it couldn't be that big of a deal. The moment her boots felt secure, Elena flung the door open and hurried down the hallway now and soon was sprinting out the great doors of Gawant Castle and outside to greet her guests.
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Taggage: Isadora de Caerleon, Caitrin de Archer, Avelyn De Beaumont, Luciana le Valios, and Isolde Crichton. Anybody else is welcome to join though!
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Post by bandach on Jul 24, 2011 20:15:48 GMT -5
Apparently they had shown the full length trailer at Comic Con, but for what ever reason, nobody decided to tape it and put it on youtube unlike all the Doctor Who fans. Oh well, either way, I just can't wait for series four to start!
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Post by bandach on Jul 4, 2011 20:57:37 GMT -5
She saw the hint of a smirk upon his face, no doubt he was enjoying this and how she was just catching onto every single excuse he made about that day. Funny how they could look back at it so light heartedly now when Elena was quite certain that it was perhaps, the most uncomfortable, cringe worthy day of their lives, well, at least her life. It was almost as if she could still remember yesterday the awkward conversations and the look on his face when she punched him in the arm. No, that was perhaps a day that the Princess would not mind at all forgetting about, âAre you saying youâd prefer I had not stopped to pick a rose for you?â He asked her now, a mocking tone in his voice. It was a joke, she certainly knew of that, but still she could not help but to raise her brow, âMost certainly since it did make me sneeze,â she replied, but there was a silly grin on her face, making none of her words something that should be taken seriously.
They had tried so hard that day to make it work, and yet, they still failed, but perhaps, in the long run, it had been better that way, âIf I hadnât stopped, I suppose we would have discovered the true champion. But I really would hate to see you lose. What kind of gentleman would I be if I permitted such an ordeal to occur?" He added on now. The words alone brought Elena to laughter now and she shook her head, âWell then, before your kingly duties do call you away, I have to say that we should have a rematch,â she challenged with a grin, âAnd, youâd be an honorable one if you let me lose because then, my head wouldnât get so big. After all, bragging rights are deserved only by true champions, not by those who won because the other didnât have the heart to put all that they have into it.â After all, that would not be fun at all to win against the greatest only to be defeated by somebody else, that would indeed be a twisted turn of events.
It really was something that Merlin had not told Arthur about the tonic, after all, that seemed of something simple enough to tell him about. Although, perhaps the servant to the Prince was just thinking that it would be embarrassing telling him that his future wife to be was having a mental break down at the thought of marriage, "I'm glad to hear that you had been given something to make you feel better, even though it was unnecessary in the end," he replied now. A smile washed over Elenaâs face, âOh, do not worry about. I honestly quite think that I had needed it in general, not just because we were about to walk down the aisle.â And she ahd honestly meant it. Laughter escaped her at Arthurâs own words now, âIâm sorry to hear that Merlin hadnât given you one. Although, I donât think you really had needed it,â she said with a smile now, âI think we both had our minds made up even before the wedding had even been planned.â
And clearly, it was a good thing for there was already a queen of Camelot on her way to sit besides Arthur. Her identity has yet to remain to be revealed. Something told Elena that the King did not wish to tell everybody, that only a selected few actually knew who it was and perhaps, it seemed that the Princess of Gawant, was about to be inducted into this little club. Arthur seemed startled by her sudden reaction to his words about her knowing who it was, she couldnât blame him right now though. After all of this talk of her being proper and elegant like a lady, that was quickly thrown off the castle walls, âDear god no!â Those words alone made her release him, a wave and sigh of relief quickly washing over Elena now, âOh thank god. You had me worried there. I thought I was going to have to do something about your wedding. I meanâ¦Vivian. Do you know how often she talks about you? All the time, I dread every time my father makes me go see her. I feel like I want to bang my head in,â she replied now and-â
Elena cut herself off now, âIt is Guinevère,â he informed her now. Guinevèreâ¦why on earth did that ring a bell to her. Then, it hit her as if she had been thrown off her horse. The girl, the servant who had been Lady Morgannaâs who helped her that day in the city streetsâ¦the one who insisted on carrying her shoes that she tried to get rid of. Her doe eyes grew wide at this realization as she glanced back over towards the Prince now, âArthur, did you two love each other during our proposed marriage?! I could punch you in the face right now, that poor girl had to help me out during that whole entire time! And there I was, marrying the love of her life. She must have hated me. Why did you not tell me sooner?â she demanded of him now, âOf course thoughâ¦I am still invited to the wedding, am I?â
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Notes: Sorry I haven't gotten around to replying to our other thread! I feel this one easier to reply to, doesn't take as much brain power to think and plan while I'm out working. But I will get to it eventually. I swear! |
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Post by bandach on Jul 2, 2011 19:29:59 GMT -5
It was good for her to see that they had easily gotten passed this whole forced marriage thing. Somehow, it almost felt like as if both of them had been dreading that day and what had lead up to it. Funny how the children could see where the parents could not on the compatibility. Thankfully though, that whole thing had proved to be a good lesson for her father, who seemed to find the whole thing comical in a way. Regardless of her actions though, Elena was happy to see that Godwyn had not been angry with her. On the contrary, to her at least, it seemed as if he was rather pleased with her and Arthur for finally putting their foot down and saying what they thought, with all correct mannerisms of course, rather than to allow themselves be bullied by all of the old rules of Albion. Either way, Elena found herself rather certain that neither of their fathers had to worry about Camelot’s and Gawant’s future together as allies, for while Arthur and Elena were there, all would be well, “If I do loose, it will certainly be no accident. It is just in my chivalrous nature to let a woman beat me.”
No sooner than he said that, the young princess felt herself roll her eyes. Not a very ladylike thing to do, but honestly, it could not be help. Of course, it was all done in good sport, for this was how the friendly banter seemed to work between them, “It may be in your chivalrous nature, but I still think you’re making up excuses,” she said with a grin now, “Because, I certainly do not want win unfairly, that just takes the fun out of everything now, doesn’t it?” She certainly thought it did, but after all, Arthur probably still had to keep the title of best horse man in Albion, so maybe that is why he was saying such things, that and to just go along with a joke. It was certainly curious how now, after everything, she felt as if she were truly meeting Arthur Pendragon for the first time, and that was saying something after their old fiasco since she had been stuck in Camelot castle for four days and sat in on one horribly awkward date. Although, the tables had turned when she had brought something up that Arthur had not expected, “Merlin? What had he done that merits your gratitude?”
Well, well, somebody certainly seemed to be curious. Elena simply stared at him for a moment, “What, he hadn’t told you?” she asked now. Although, perhaps it had not been important enough to have told Arthur, either way, she supposed that she should explain herself, “Well, you see, I was really sort of a nervous wreck right before the wedding, and Grunhilda was nowhere to be found and the in pops Merlin with this bottle of tonic. He told me that I would feel a lot better after I drank it. So I did,” of course, it did knock her out for three minutes, but there was no need to say that. Somebody might think her a light drinker, “And well, I did feel much better.” The princess said, concluding her story with a smile. Although, she still could not see what had been so interesting about this all really, but then again, Arthur and Merlin did have a rather interesting relationship despite them being royal and servant, they acted more as loyal friends rather than anything else and quite honestly, was quite a charming thing to see for it spoke much of Arthur’s character and perhaps, his future rule over Camelot.
At his words of further compliment, she simply smiled, “Well, one can never be too certain.” Although, now, the tables had quickly turned for Arthur had said the most curious things, “In this case, the rumors are true,” he replied now. The moment the words left his lips, Elena could feel her doe eyes growing wider by the minute and she felt herself get excited for him. No doubt it was a wonderful young woman, perhaps full of promise like he was, with luck. But before the princess could even ask him of who he was marrying and whether she had met her before, he spoke yet again, “I believe you already know her.” Now, that certainly threw her for a loop. Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment, thinking hard about who she might know and share in common with the Prince of Camelot but only one person came to mind. No, that certainly must not be, “Arthur Pendragon!” she exclaimed now, her hand shooting forward and yanking slightly on his cloak to bring him to her level now, “Don’t you dare tell me that you are marrying Vivian of Lyonesse?!” People certainly looked over at her and stared now, it must have been a crime to not put the word ‘lady’ before ‘Vivian’, but Elena did not care. So many times she had to entertain that girl, and the only thing that she ever seemed to talk about was Arthur Pendragon. |
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Post by bandach on Jun 20, 2011 18:37:21 GMT -5
As he agreed with her, she could not help but to simply smile. Arthur was so very different from some of the other royal children that she had met along the way. He did not act like he was better than anybody nor did he demand to be the center of attention. It was funny how much she looked at Arthur in a kind light, and yet, all what she simply saw in him was a friend or a brother like figure than a lover even to this day. Besides, they were friends and titles were certainly unneeded between them, even on his day of him being crowned King of Camelot. As terrible as it sounded, for she did not really hate Uther, but Elena did believe that the kingdom did need this change, and her father said it himself, many of the old traditions of Albion were becoming too old, and maybe they should change. Arthur would bring about that change, and Elena would certainly be one to follow it.
She noticed how a minor bit of worry flickered across his eyes, perhaps worried that there was bad blood between them. Clearly, he was taking her words wrong until the very end, “Well, you did have a head start. And I stopped to smell the flowers,” his words were arrogant, and dare she think stubborn? Of course, it could not be helped by Arthur, after all, he did lose to a woman but of course, at the same time, he was certainly joking as well. A flashy grin simply rested on Elena’s features as she shook her head now, shaking her head in a fake disappointment, “Ah, excuses, excuses, Arthur Pendragon.” Of course it was teasing, but it could not be helped. It had been fun, and certainly something that she could use as bragging rights for anybody now. She defeated Arthur Pendragon, best rider in Albion, oh wait, second best now. When he suggested the idea of rematch, Elena felt herself light up, “Oh, that would be wonderful. That is, if you’re okay with losing again.”
Laughter bubbled up from her at that statement, it could not be helped. It was such a breeze being with Arthur now compared to how it had since the last time. Although, the subject matter had changed, and while Elena was not shy about it, she still felt awkward, “Really? Only the second? I am quite certain that I and this other gentleman are not the only ones who are thinking.” It was a terribly strange thing to be complemented on beauty now, and of course, Arthur was being modest, not flirtatious at all, and yet it still embarrassed her. Lord only knew what she would do if another prince who wasn’t Arthur Pendragon might comment about it to her, she might as well burst, “Perhaps, but that remains to be seen now, although, I suppose I really must thank Merlin some time. I never got to the day after are almost wedding.” After all, Merlin had given her that tonic that seemed to complete fix her, if one could call Elena broken prior to that day.
Funny how at the talk of embarrassment, Arthur could not comment about it, although, of course, Elena could not blame him. Her last visit in Camelot, Elena had been her tomboyish self and certainly had not been much of a lady and rebelled against the very essence of being proper. Poor Gwen had to deal with that. Before her mind had wandered too long though, Arthur snapped her back to reality, “You really have changed so much, Elena. I doubt who could ever embarrass yourself tonight,” he said. His words were kind and tender, clearly treading lines as to not offend her, but of course, Elena was never easily offended, “Shhh. Don’t say that, you might accidently curse me Arthur. I still do have my occasional moments,” she said with a smile, “But enough about me. I have a question I must ask, and I usually don’t go off of rumors, but it’s almost too tempting not to ask.” She took a step closer and asked with a grin, “I hear that there is to be a future Queen of Camelot soon, is that true?” |
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Post by bandach on Jun 19, 2011 13:17:13 GMT -5
Elena stared at the other woman for a moment as she gave thought to what she said, and quite frankly, the young princess hoped that it would do the trick, that Gwen would just call her Elena, not Princess Elena, or My Lady, or anything else of that formal nonsense. Unfortunately thought, her plan did not seem to work out, âPerhaps then, my lady, we could all be improperly proper,â she replied now. She had to use everything in her power to not let out a sigh of disappointment at the servant girlâs words, and she tried very hard to not let anything discourage her. After all, she could not blame Gwen, she had probably had all of those rules grilled into her mind since the day she started working at Camelot Castleâ¦oh, the castle, how she was honestly dreading going there where sheâd have to attempt to act all prim and proper even though she knew that there was no way that it was going to happen. Elena was just different.
During the time that her thoughts at wandered, she almost didnât pay attention to the fact that the other girl was going for her shoes now. It was not until the gentle pull of the high heeled shoes that Elena, wide eyed and startled glanced at Gwen now. Before she could even ask her as to what she thought she was doing by taking her shoes and ruining her plan of destruction of said shoes, Gwen answered her, âI will make you a deal, my lady, if you let me carry your shoes, I will promise not to harm them but to perhaps misplace them for a while.â Elena simply stared at her for a moment, rolling over the promise in her mind for a moment, but surely she could still carry her own shoes. Although, something told her that Gwen was a lot different than Grunhilda when it came to doing what youâre told, and somehow, the princess found herself quite certain that she would surely lose to the servant girl, âI suppose,â she replied half heartily, âAlthough, you could just get rid of them completely, I honestly wouldnât mind.â
She waited to be told on the girlâs real name now as well as to whether Elena had freed the girl from her duties with her, and it seemed that she was giving a lot of thought to it now. It was quite the curious matter indeed, âYou should not worry about any extra work. Besides, you will need a guide to help you get around the castle and the city for your nurse would know the way.â As much as Elena wanted to argue about that, she knew that Gwen was right. After all, Elena had already gotten lost and was asking animals rather than humans for directions even though they clearly could not talk. Although, perhaps it was the idea that she could have gotten so lost and just simply had to go back home to Gawant which is why she had been so keen on the idea, âItâs short for Guinevère, but Gwen is what everybody calls me. It fits me better.â Elena titled her head in a manner as she stared at the other girl for a moment before asking in a cheeky manner with a grin, âIs that because of your job or simply because there somebody special to your heart that can only call you Guinevère?â
After all, Camelot had always been a kingdom of love. She had heard quite strange things happening here before such as Utherâs marriage to a Lady Katrina, and Lady Vivian of Lyonesse falling head over heels for Prince Arthur. Elena had no such heart to tell the Princess of Lyonesse as to where she had been heading for the next two days, surely that would cause a spark of envy that Elena did not wish to deal with. Gwen offered a smile now though, âJust follow me, my lady. I will make sure you do not become lost again,â and with that, she started walking off again. Again with the my lady, but she barely gave Elena any time to argue as she started walking. Saying a quick good bye to the horse, the princess quickly ran off after Gwen, âSo how far is it to the Castle anyways? And feel free to take the longest route as possibleâ¦â
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Post by bandach on Jun 13, 2011 22:36:44 GMT -5
Awhhh.
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Post by bandach on May 29, 2011 23:23:30 GMT -5
Camelot was always a wonderful place to visit, although, at times, Elena felt as if it was more than a chore rather than something to do for fun. After all, being part of the royal family of Gawant meant that one had certain duties that they needed carry out, talking with the Pendragons, going to their festivities, making sure that the alliance stayed true. Although, in her honest opinion, Elena felt as if her father really should not be worried about such things. Clearly, Godwyn was on the best of terms with Uther, and she herself, considered herself friends with Arthur Pendragon, despite everything that had happened to prior a little bit ago. Besides, it’s not as if she was the only royal here at the moment, and Elena thought she deserved a break. After all, princess duties only kept her entertained for so long before she found herself longing for the wind in her face and the steady sound of hoof beats beneath her, or just being with the large animals in general.
So naturally, the young woman had found herself in the stables. After all, what other place would horses be? It was always nice to look at them and to breathe in their earthy smell of sweat, hay, and other such things. Elena found them to be strong, elegant creatures they way they carried themselves and traveled in the heat of the battles, striking terror into the enemies eyes, and ready to carry their masters without a second thought. As she walked along the area now, she noted the different shades in their coats and how they ranged: grays, blacks, and a few bays. Camelot clearly had some fine horses; no doubt, they were mostly used by the knights. Most of them ignored Elena, which did not surprise the young woman at all. After all, she did not ride them nor spend any time with them at all. As she walked down the aisle now though, one horse lifted its head to acknowledge her presence now. It was a bay or a dun, that much she could tell with its copperish body and the dark mane and tail. It had gentle liquid brown eyes that just stared at her.
A smile graced across Elena’s features as it let out a low whinny, “Hello there,” she said now to the horse before walking up besides it now, holding out her hand. Its head moved forward now and it sniffed her hand, the soft velvety muzzle tickling her finger tips for a moment, “Sorry, I don’t have any treats for you,” she replied now as it turned its head away from her now. Laughter couldn’t help but to escape her now at the action but she did not care as she started to run her hand over its fine neck now, her hand moving with the pelt and under it’s dark mane. The horse turned its head back to her now, and its nose pressed up against the top of her head, sniffing her and blowing hot air down upon her. Elena tried her best to hold back even more escapes of laughter, “Stop, you’ll make me laugh some more. After all, I’m not even sure if I’m allowed to be in here with you. Who knows what your owner would think?” The horse’s ears twitched at her words, but it didn’t move its head for a moment before simply nudging her, “And of course, I don’t have any treats at the moment, but I’ll be sure to sneak some out from the dinner tonight.”
The horse nodded its head, a gesture that Elena had not been expecting, but it nonetheless made her day. It was nice to talk to somebody without feeling judged or having the idea that they were expecting so much from somebody because one was simply of royal blood. No, horses never cared about that nor titles or anything else at the matter. They just liked to run and please others, but also themselves, and on occasion, hold people to their words about carrots and apples, “I wonder, can you understand me?” Elena asked the horse now as she stared into its eyes. Oh, what a curious sight this would be if somebody were to walk in on her trying to have a human conversation with a horse. Of course though, the young woman felt positive that nobody would. After all, most people were busy this time of day, although, Elena probably should never discount the idea that a knight might have a special bond with their horse.
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Post by bandach on May 28, 2011 21:54:56 GMT -5
Something seemed to be keeping Arthur. Not that she minded, honestly, because even though she had gotten a little ride out of this, Elena still found herself dreading the forth coming events now. Lunch. Food was always good to have, but not when it was just her. Alone. With Arthur Pendragon. Although, perhaps the ride might have shaken things up a bit, after all, it had been an impressive ride from her at least. That was what she should do, keep her mind on the horses and the ride that she had just had with the Prince rather than what was soon to come. Her doe eyes glanced back towards the trail now, but there was still no sign of the young blond man nor his bay horse. A snort escaped the gray horse standing beside her now and she turned her attention back towards it, stroking it’s velvety muzzle as she watched it’s eyes begin to droop and relax, “I wonder what’s keeping them so long,” Elena thought out loud to the horse now, “It’s not like they were that far behind us,” or perhaps she had been misjudging the distance between them the whole time. Perhaps she time him then, and if he wasn’t there soon, she would just go back to the castle and simply tell everybody that she had misplaced Arthur Pendragon on the trail.
Just then, she heard the pounding of hoof beats yet again, and Elena knew that her plan was quickly about to get shot down. The young woman glanced back towards the trail now and saw the horse and rider just as they leapt off it and onto the river banks now along with her. His horse certainly looked like it had a good run. Her eyes rested on Arthur now as he began to tie his reins to a tree and already, Elena felt that fourth coming dread start to happen again. Although, the food had not arrived yet, so perhaps, this whole little lunch date fiasco could be avoided. Of course, that did require surviving talking with Arthur, which she had not been so successful in doing so far. It was a good thing that there was no grading involved when it came to talking to boys, or Grunhilda would surely be displeased with her at the moment. When he turned away from his horse now, Elena almost felt herself raise an eyebrow in question. Was Arthur Pendragon….smirking at her? Honestly, she had no idea as to what she could have done to achieve this, they had barely spoken. If anything, the young woman would have thought that he would have been angry with her for not obeying his request (more like command) on slowing down while they had been on horseback. After all, if it was anything that Elena learned from some of the other princes that she had met, they do not like to be beaten by girls.
Although, Elena soon had gotten the answer that she had been looking for, “That was very impressive. I'm not easily impressed,” Arthur commented now. Well, she had certainly not been expecting that. A compliment from the great Arthur Pendragon. Who knew that he could be capable of such things? After a moment though, she finally grinned, “Oh. Well. Neither am I, and I wasn’t,” Elena replied now, laughing quite loudly. Honestly, it couldn’t had been helped though, perhaps she had been expecting much more of a challenge when riding with Arthur Pendragon. A snort fell in somewhere in between these laughs, as she leaned forward slightly and lightly punched Arthur in the arm now, her fist meeting the muscle of his bicep lightly. Elena almost found her laughter rather uncontrollable until she realized the awkward silence falling over and she quickly managed to subdue her laughter. Okay, so, maybe those weren’t the best words that could have been said at the moment to somebody who was supposedly suppose to be one’s future husband. Elena quickly moved forward with conversation though, “I've been riding since I was a child. I don't get to do it as much as I'd like, princesses don't,” Elena could not help but to roll her eyes at the thought and make a face, as if she were disagreeing with such a statement before continuing on quickly, “But apparently my mother was an excellent horsewoman. I never met her.”
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Post by bandach on May 24, 2011 18:04:18 GMT -5
Elena was thrilled to see the young man’s smile broaden now at her words. Perhaps he had been afraid that there might have been bad blood between them after the wedding. With luck though, any thoughts that he might had had of them being on uncertain ground should be gone. Quite honestly, Elena could never really imagine being angry with Arthur, he had been in the same situation as she had. He hadn’t had wanted to marry her any more than she had wanted to marry him. Not to mention, regarding those rumors about there being a Queen of Camelot in their midst, well, the poor guy might had been in love with another at that time too. Elena could only wonder who it was though, and she surely hoped that it had not been anybody that she had been with during her time during Camelot, or that would only make her feel awkward about the whole thing. She smiled when he corrected her of the use of formalities between then, “Thank goodness. I hate using formalities with my friends anyways, regardless of their status.”
Honestly, she was quite happy for Arthur. Him becoming King is a very good thing for Camelot, and probably a good thing for him personally. But if she had to always address him as ‘King Arthur’ rather than just ‘Arthur’, well, that would get rather tiring rather fast. After all, it was kind of a mouthful when talking, whether food was involved or not, “I could not let tonight pass without seeing you at least once,” Arthur informed her now before taking her hand and bringing it up to his lips. She allowed her hand to swing back to her side now loosely, but she did smile, “Ah, Arthur, always such a gentleman, but I am pleased to hear that you had to see me tonight. I was almost afraid that I wanted to see you more than you wanted to see me. I could never be too sure since men don’t like to be beaten by women when horses are involved,” Elena replied with a grin. Never would she honestly forget that day where she had taken Arthur Pendragon by surprise. Granted, he did use the rose as an excuse, so it didn’t completely count as a fair win.
She really did enjoy these conversations with Arthur though, and honestly, she could only imagine how different they could have been if they had been married. In a way, she was thankful for their fathers shoving them together (not for the idea of marriage) but for the fact that she had discovered a true…well, friend. Of course, that friendship had come out of near life alternating mishap, but nonetheless, it had happened, and whether Elena would be willing to admit it or not, she would always be thankful for it. Elena smiled as he had agreed with her, hard to believe on how much that simple statement held true to him so much, but even for her, for the both of them, “You look beautiful tonight, Elena,” Arthur told her now, biding her a compliment. Wow, she suppose that she really should take care of herself more often, either that or thank Merlin. Laughter escaped her now as she shook her head lightly, “You know, you are the second person who has told me that tonight who is not my father. This is starting to become a really strange occurrence indeed. But it is your coronation Arthur, I know better to then embarrass myself a second time with you.” |
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Post by bandach on May 24, 2011 15:28:54 GMT -5
She seemed very pleasant, that much Elena was certain of. No doubt she worked for the royal house if she was fine with showing her to the castle, as well as her use of the ‘my lady’ and all of that troublesome formality. After a moment had passed, the dark haired girl simply stated one thing, “There is every need, my lady, it would be improper for me to address you so informally.” Elena simply stared at her, that line almost seemed rehearsed and it made her wonder how many times she had to say that to one of the royals of Camelot. She could only imagine it being to Arthur or Morganna though, for rather known reasons, Elena just simply could not imagine King Uther saying such a thing. The thought alone was almost a rather funny one to think about it though, Uther wanting to be improper. That would surely bring out the end of the world.
“What if we lived in a world where improper was proper though, would you then call me Elena?” she asked of the girl. Honestly, this was all for the hopeful sake that maybe the girl wouldn’t completely treat her like a princess. After all, she hardly ever felt like one, so why should she be treated like one? Although, she probably wouldn’t be having these thoughts right now if her father and Grunhilda had not dropped her off just like they had done on the way to the castle. Perhaps they were hoping by some miracle that she would run into Prince Arthur. The thought alone made her want to roll her eyes, but it would be an odd thing to do with nothing to say, and Elena was not too keen on bringing up Arthur Pendragon yet. Perhaps if she didn’t mention him, or think about him, this whole engagement thing would just be forgotten by their fathers and therefore, Elena could return to Gawant as Princess of Gawant, and not future Queen of Camelot.
Elena noticed how the girl went to take her shoes now, and she was quite startled, “Oh, no, please, you don’t have to take my shoes,” that would be foolish. After all, the girl was not her handmaiden; there would be no point to her carrying around those wretched shoes, “Besides, if I carry them, there’s a greater chance that I might drop them and then Grunhilda will just simply have to let me wear my riding boots for the rest of our stay,” Elena said with a grin. Oh, that was such a wonderful thought to the young princess, and probably, a rather idealistic wish. Her thoughts came back to earth though when the girl spoke of her name, “Yes, my name is Gwen. I am the Lady Morgana's handmaiden, and for your stay, I am to be yours as well." Well, that was startling to Elena to think that she would have another hand to help her, and perhaps another once to convince her to wear pointy shoes, “Oh, well, I came with a nurse, surely you don’t have to help me. Besides, I wouldn’t want to keep you from Lady Morganna, I’m sure she has much need for you. And ‘Gwen’ is a very pretty name, is it short for something?”
Of course, it was just a general guess. Elena had never met the Lady Morganna in person. She had only heard tales of beauty of the King’s ward. It was quite surprising that she had not married anybody yet. Dear god, there came that thought again. Marriage. It was almost tempting to shutter at the word, if it were not for her father. Thankfully though, Gwen managed to save her from her thoughts at the moment, “Allow me to escort to the castle, the lowertown markets can turn into a bit of a maze if one is not familiar with them. Then perhaps we can get you settled into your room, where shoes are not needed." Her eyes glanced over at the other woman now, and she smiled, “Sounds wonderful. I’m glad I got distracted by this horse or else I probably would have been even more lost than I already was and not had run into you.” |
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Post by bandach on May 22, 2011 20:22:20 GMT -5
Elena had been trapped within her own thoughts, as well as watching the curiosity of the coronation festivities to even realize that there was somebody on the balcony with her now. After all, there had been so many people in the great hall that she didn’t even think that anybody would have seen her leave. Her eyes watched as people danced in the street and the light of fire illuminated faces and danced to the music. It was all very enchanting indeed and perhaps, the people were rather pleased with their new king. Anybody could see it, and Elena had no doubt that Arthur would make himself a fine king just by how she had seen his interaction with his servant, Merlin. She had also heard from others that he walks about Camelot grounds to talk to its people, and well, a lot of them seem to have rather go to the young prince at the time rather than his father. Perhaps it was just destiny that it was simply meant to be like that. Either way, Elena almost thought that the townspeople knew how to have a better party than the nobles and the royalty.
“Lady Elena,” came a voice now, distracting her from watching the festivities below. She glanced over her shoulder now, “I do hope I am not disturbing you.” A smile broke across her face now, how ironic that she had been looking for Arthur Pendragon and in turn, he was the one who had found her. Honestly, Elena almost thought that she would have to congratulate him on such a find since she certainly had not been able to find him. She turned around now to fully face him and dipped her head in a slight bow now, “Prin-oh, wait, King Arthur,” the young woman said with a grin now, “How wonderful it is to see you again. I was beginning to fear that I wouldn’t get a chance to see you tonight, and you are not disturbing me at all.” It certainly was exciting to see him, and she almost found herself reverting back into that loud, obnoxious princess just purely out of excitement. Oh, what Arthur must think of her right now looking like a new person, half the time, Elena could not really believe it herself, but people had welcomed the change with open arms. She supposed she had Arthur’s servant, Merlin, to thank for that one. Ever since he gave her that tonic to calm her nerves before the wedding, it had done wonders.
Either way, she was really not about formalities with Arthur Pendragon of all people. After all, they had nearly gotten married. That had to count for something as a mild bond for each other, if anything; Elena counted him as a friend, and no doubt, an ally in the future to come. It was funny staring at the boy before her, or well, man. He looked no different, but Elena could tell that he probably had matured even more since the last time she had seen him. Of course, Elena almost felt like that Arthur may have had to grown up a little more faster than he originally thought with what had happened to Camelot. After all, finding out that Lady Morganna was his half sister, as well as her takeover of the kingdom. It was quite surprising, and Arthur was lucky that she had not destroyed Camelot. Thanks to the young prince, the kingdom had been saved. Her dark green eyes continued to glance over him for a moment before she commented with a smile, “It’s funny how we have changed in such a short time.” -------- Notes: YAYYYYYYYYY. I'm glad =)[/center] |
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Post by bandach on May 21, 2011 14:40:47 GMT -5
She had honestly been thankful that he really did heed to her word and not try and help her out anyways. Actually, he was probably the first prince who had heeded to her words. If anything, he would be surprised at how easily she handled herself on a horse, something that people honestly found quite harder than walking. Elena simply thought that perhaps, she was just different than most others, not to mention, riding always have her such pleasure in life, the princess found herself on horseback more often than she ever did on foot. Of course, if that marriage were to actually happen, would that mean that she could not ride as much anymore? The horror that would be for her, girls never got to do anything fun except for sit on the throne and look pretty. Of course, when Elena thought about it, a lot of girls were content with such duties; Princess Vivian in particular, came to her mind. Maybe she should invite Vivian to the wedding; surely she would be one to object to the engagement. Although, perhaps thinking about wedding sabotages were not the greatest thing to think about right now as she was about to be on her ‘date’.
As the gray horse beneath her took off though, Elena shoved these ideas out of her head now. She should be happy that Uther would have even considered her for his son…even if it had been a deal long in the making. As they headed out the gates, the young woman turned her head ever so slightly to get a look at Arthur and it was a most interesting sight indeed. He was still standing on the ground, probably left in shock at the thought of being left behind at the moment, not to mention, how she handled her horse with ease. After all, Elena would love to see Lady Vivian or any other princess for the matter, handle a horse with ease and ride it as if it were the wind. She turned her attention back ahead of her now as she guided the horse along the twisting pathway of the woodlands now, laughing quietly to herself. The hoof beats of the gray horse was like the melody of a song to her and took her away from her current problems at the moment. Behind her though, she heard an accompany pair now, no doubt Prince Arthur was trying to finally catch up with her, but Elena knew perfectly well that would not be the case. The prince of Camelot might be hailed as the greatest swordsmen in Albion, but he would be in for a rude awakening for riding.
And that wasn’t even a bet, it was a fact.
It was not long before she heard Arthur call out to her, “Slow down!” A snort of laughter escaped Elena and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Turning her head slightly, she called back to him over her shoulder, “No chance!” It was a minor challenge, and being told on what to do while riding was something that Elena did not take too well to, besides, she needed to impress Arthur if she were to actually be able to find a conversation to talk about with him. Ahead of her now, she caught sight of a log on the ground, hindering the pathway. Without a moment’s hesitation, she gathered up the horse’s reins and put herself into two point as the horse picked up its speed and hurtled itself over the log now. For a moment, Elena felt as if she were flying. A snort escaped the horse now, and it tossed its head. She smiled at its actions before noticing a clearing by the river, “Arthur, I’m stopping over here!” She called back to him now before slowing the horse down, she quickly lead off the path and onto the river banks to grant it some resting time. Freeing her feet from the stirrups, Elena swung herself off the horse now and onto the ground and held onto the reins right now as she stroked the horse and waited for the prince to come. She could not help but to smile to herself, if that had been a race, Elena had clearly been the winner.
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Post by bandach on May 21, 2011 0:53:37 GMT -5
It had been a curious thing to witness such an event. The passing of father to son probably had been a bittersweet moment for the pair. Arthur Pendragon had been ready for it though, although, perhaps not the same could be said about Uther. But those were things best not to bring up and let others do the talking for it. After all, last time she had been in Camelot, which might had been a few months now, she had not been interested in politics, just like she hardly was now but took it with more grace. After all, even though her time was not yet, she should probably start to take her role of being princess of Gawant with confidence rather than uncertainty. Already though, people had noticed a change. She held herself properly, and never stumbled any more. Well, she still stumbled on occasion, but there hasn’t been an incident of falling flat on her face for quite some time now. She could tolerate high heels if she knew she were to go riding afterwards, and could manage a conversation for ten minutes before awkward pauses and breaks started to enter the conversation. Even for tonight’s event, her usual trade mark wild blond hair was pulled back and brushed properly. Certainly, this had not been the same Princess Elena as everybody thought.
Of course though, all of this was for public show. Behind the signs, Elena was still very much that same horse riding, tomboyish princess at heart. She wandered through the crowds now, uncertain of where her father was at the moment, perhaps talking with Uther, she could not really be sure. All of Albion seemed to show up, royals and nobility alike. So much that it almost seemed rather cramped. If there were to be any talking to Arthur at all, it might not be until the festivities were over. It would be a shame really, since it had been a while since they had talked. Actually, Elena was quite certain that they hadn’t talked since their ‘wedding day’, and by wedding day, the day when they realized where their hearts really were. It had been funny to think, especially during the coronation, if they had gotten married as their fathers had planned, she would have been Queen of Camelot. An odd thought indeed to think about, but unlike Arthur, Elena was not quite sure that she would have been ready to be Queen. Thankfully though, that was not the case. Not to mention, she couldn’t have imagined Arthur being happy with her, nor she with him. Of course, not that it mattered. Just like she had heard of rumblings of Uther’s reluctance, she had also heard of the talks of a Queen in the making.
Camelot clearly was in good hands with Arthur Pendragon. Perhaps, her father had been right all along when he thought that times were changing. They would change with Arthur Pendragon and while she might not be ready to take on role of Queen of Gawant, Elena was certain that their kingdoms would forever be allies. The young woman allowed her thoughts to settle at that, after all, tonight was a night of festivities and she probably should not think any more about the all the things that had just happened, nor dwell on the past. Not to mention, the festivities were starting to pick up now. People were going to want to talk, and certainly not about what had been on her mind for the past few hours. After all, the ale was coming out now. Elena glanced around the crowds now, searching for somebody that she knew: Arthur, Gwen, Merlin, lord, even her father. Of course, there was no sight of them. Well, not that they were not there, just that she could not see them. Not to mention, she was certain that everybody was congratulating Arthur now; she would just simply have to wait for her turn. That and actually hoped that he knew that she was here. Elena decided upon getting fresh air now though, there would be plenty of time for hunting out for her friends. Taking one last look around the great hall, Elena pushed open the door and took a step out onto the balcony that overlooked the square now. Boldly, she walked over towards the edge and glanced over now, her forearms resting on the ledge as she glanced down at Camelot’s peoples’ festivities. A smile graced her lips, “Well, that most certainly is a sight,” she mused.
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Post by bandach on May 20, 2011 23:25:25 GMT -5
Elena had not quite been paying attention to her surroundings. Of course, that was something she hardly ever did it seem. Her mind was always too preoccupied with various thoughts. As she stood outside whatever building this was and stared up the street, she found herself pondering her fate after today. While her father nor Grunhilda had brought it up directly, everybody within Gawant’s castle had been hinting at the very thought: marriage to Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot. She almost wanted to make a face; after all, Gawant and Camelot were on good terms, and who’s to say that they would not be ever? Clearly her father, King Godwyn, and Camelot’s King Uther were old friends. Her father always spoke of the man highly, even if his ways were a little old fashion. Unlike Uther, it was clear to Elena that her father saw that change might be on the horizon for the kingdoms, and not just theirs, but all of them. But if change really was in the air, why did that mean she would have to try and get engaged to Arthur? Perhaps it was all but a proper thing to do for the sake of the kingdom’s bonds, to ensure it to all ends, “But who is to say what is proper?” Elena mused to herself.
A whinny escaped the horse, and she glanced over towards it. Its large head pointed towards her, those liquid eyes looking at expectantly. Before the young woman even had the heart to tell it that she had no more apples, a young woman appeared and walked right up to her now, addressing her in the form of ‘My Lady’. Elena, startled at the address, as well as the fact that the other girl was not just passing by now, glanced over towards her now. She was of a darker skin color, exotic almost, both beautiful and yet plain at the same time, with curly hair and rather expressive eyes. As she offered the way now, a small smile cracked across her features now, “Oh yes, I would love that if you could, and there’s not need to call me ‘my lady’, it’s just Elena,” she replied earnestly. Her second question startled Elena quite quickly, although, considering what she must look like at the moment, her shock soon disappeared. Laughter escaped her, it was quite loud now, and she tried hard to not snort in the process, “Why, yes! I’m quite alright, I had to get rid of these shoes,” she replied now, holding out the white heels to show her, “They were simply just not working for me. I look like this all the time, so there’s no need to worry,” Elena added on with a grin. Oh, what this girl must think of her and her wild mane of hair, “What’s your name? Surely you have one.” |
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Post by bandach on May 20, 2011 22:57:43 GMT -5
As she had walked down the steps now, concentrating with all of her might on not tripping, Elena could see the prince, watching her as she descended the stairs. Elena could only imagine as to what was going through his mind right now and she was absolutely certain that it quite frankly did not have to do with whatever beauty that she might have as a member of the opposite sex. Judging by the slight shifting of some of the guards too, it suddenly occurred to the princess as to what they were waiting for: her to fall. If she could scowl at such thoughts without giving it away, she honestly would, but of course, the young woman had nobody to thank but herself for these ideas. After all, she did trip right before the royal court, and that had been on a flat surface. God would only know the kind of horrors they envisioned with her on some stairs. The moment she hit solid ground though, she managed to push the thoughts out of her mind. After all, Elena had to keep her mind at the task at hand…oh, that was terrible of her to think of it as a ‘task’ rather than something fun. Somehow though, fun was not jumping out at her, at least, not until they got on the horses.
He greeted her with one of the smallest forms of a respected bow. If that were the case, was she to return it even though she had been the one to speak first? If there were a time where she felt like she should have been paying attention during her etiquette classes, it would be now. After a moment, Elena crossed her feet slightly and offered a wobbly curtsy, before standing again. It would be safer that way, after all, she didn’t want to fall over two days in a row and that had been too close of a call now. As she babbled, it became clear to her that Arthur was trying his best to not just stare at her blankly, as if he were in a school lesson at the moment. In a way, Elena could not help but to pity him. He was just like her, clearly in it for his father’s consensus more than his own, which made her ponder if there was already a woman in his life. Either way, she’d hate to be there to see the news actually get broken to this girl. Although, perhaps she was over judging it. Last she ever heard was that Prince Arthur had been a bit of a ladies’ man, but everybody eventually finds their time to grow up.
Elena smiled at his words and his soften tone, “Ah yes, I have. Your beds are quite…nice,” she replied now to his question. The young woman shifted her weight from one foot to another, her eyes still remaining on Arthur for a moment. She almost wanted to believe that they were in a stand still at the moment, stubborn about the event at hand, but too scared and too proper to try and rebel it. Although, clearly both of them were giving it a go, perhaps they wouldn’t be so wound up in this game of pride and prejudice. Either way though, from her side of the conversation though, with these long gaps in between her sentences, it became clear that she would probably find herself being awkward all. She fought back the need to sigh at her thoughts, ‘No, Elena. Be confident, this has to go well,’ the princess thought to herself now. Everything was starting to move now, and as Arthur moved towards the gray horse, Elena felt herself brighten up considerably, and fought hard to not grin from ear to ear at the thought of sitting in the saddle. Finally, something that she could impress anybody with.
She followed after him, and walked over towards the gray horse. It stood there waiting patiently, hardly aware of what a workout it was probably going to get. The prince stepped towards the horse now, offering her his assistance. It honestly was a miracle she didn’t laugh, “Oh please, this is something I can actually do,” her tone of voice was confident, perhaps the first time ever around Arthur. Without a moment’s hesitation, she placed her foot in the stirrup and her hands reached up to grab the pommel of the saddle as well as the reins and chunk of the horses mane. With one swift and graceful motion, Elena jumped up into the saddle as if second nature and sat perfectly. Shortening the reins, the young woman gave the inside rein just a little and her outside leg shifted, nudging the horse in its side. In less than thirty seconds it seemed, the gray horse shuffled right into a rather fast canter, and Elena pointed it right for the exit and into the woods. She sat the three beat motion with ease, and found herself grinning from ear to ear as she gradually gave the horse it’s head, allowing it to speed up and allowing Elena to taste freedom.
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Notes: Haha, I’m glad you understand =) and I aim to please, I was hoping I’d get a few laughs. I totally loved your Arthur post. I just cannot stop rereading it over and over again. You certainly bring the character to life! I’m very happy to have this thread with you, and with luck, I’ll get our other thread up and running soon! |
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