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Post by Romily de Braose on Jan 16, 2011 9:03:47 GMT -5
He took a swig of ale and apologised about taking up her time. She’d much rather have her time taken up by him than Eldon’s daughter making eyes at him from behind the bar all evening. She would have to warn him about her, otherwise he’d be another notch in her bedpost. “It’s not a problem, now – should really get back to work”.
It was then she felt him grab her hand. She looked down at it, then at him and frowned. He thanked her looking after his horse. Well – she wasn’t expecting that, but nodded all the same. “That’s alright, I’m not most barmaids” she replied before trying to leave again. This was prevented as he kissed her hand. She looked away at the floor, If Eldon’s daughter had seen that then she wouldn’t be happy. “I should go”
She told him quietly and took her hand away slowly, turning away and walking back to the bar without a second glance.
She could have asked for his name at least – oh well, he’d most likely leave soon and never come back, so there would be no point.
It was almost quiet now that everyone had their drinks and food. Eldon’s daughter had actually retreated to bed early as had Eldon himself, except he was currently in one of the back rooms asleep in a chair.
Romily looked over to where the man was still sitting. She knew for a fact that he’d been making eyes at her for most of the evening too.
She’d never experienced taking such an interest in her, well – apart from Frederick but he was a different story. She’d run a mile from the man earlier after he’d thanked her and whatnot. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention and felt a little bad about giving off a wrong impression. She decided to take another tankard over to him as a peace offering. Not that any peace was involved, but she didn’t want him to feel that he’d done something to scare her.
“I brought you some more ale – I expect the other tankard is empty by now” she smiled and placed it down in front of him. “I’m Romily by the way, but most people around here call me Millie or Rommy – I guess I should have introduced myself earlier.”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Jan 15, 2011 8:08:45 GMT -5
A smile and a flirty response. She knew this was going to be a long evening. Hopefully though, this one wasn’t a troublemaker. If he was, he looked too tired to even start or involve himself in any tavern brawls for this evening. There was something about him though, that she found very intriguing – she didn’t exactly know what. He was still smirking at her and answered her previous question.
The tankard. Great, trust her to forget his drink! She looked embarrassed. “Sorry, I’ll get it right away for you” she replied and scurried back to behind the bar where Eldon’s daughter was smirking.
“Did you forget his drink on purpose? Very tactful Millie”
Romily rolled her eyes, trust Eldon’s daughter to pick at something like that. Now she’d have to face the man again and probably be teased about it. Romily was forever hearing barmaid jokes. Some that she could relate to and others that she found irritating, though she kept her thoughts to herself and just nodded politely whenever someone told her one. “No I did not – now if you’ll excuse me I have a customer to serve.”
She walked back to his table and placed the tankard down. “There you are sir – im sorry about that, there’s too many people to deal with this evening”. She was sure she could feel Eldon’s eyes burning into her back, or even his daughters or both. She wouldn’t be surprised if they should be keeping an eye on her every move this evening. “Now, if you’ll excuse me I should really get back to work – if you need anything else, I’ll be at the bar”.
OOC - Sorry it's so short! Romily's a little lost for words at the moment
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Post by Romily de Braose on Jan 14, 2011 13:08:32 GMT -5
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Post by Romily de Braose on Jan 14, 2011 12:51:01 GMT -5
The inn was a little more crowded than usual this evening, and Eldon had once again left Romily to 'hold the fort' while he was upstairs preparing rooms and whatnot. She was sure he was taking another sneaky nap. His daughter, however, was already cooking food for the locals, who were all taking about their days and who had the worst one.
Romily couldnt blame them for escaping there. It seemed to be the retreat from the rest of the world these days.
At the moment she had her back to everyone, trying to fill their already empty tankards and bring out their food. She could also hear someone putting in an order for himself and his horse? Never before had she had to provide food for a horse. The stablehands usually did that.
She finally turned around to face who was asking. He was looking tired, and as if he didn't want much of a fuss. She was thankful that he didn't appear to look like a trouble maker. "Of course sir - take a seat and i'll be over when i can". She smiled and gestured to an empty table that no one had aquired yet. If anyone needed a rest, then it was this man.
What food could she possibly give a horse? There were some apples and a few carrots that would be ideal, so she headed out to where the stables were, leaving Eldon's daughter and a newly emerged Eldon to tend to the every growing amount of customers. The only horse in the stables was a brown mare so it was obviously his. It was a very fine horse indeed. "Here you go girl" she smiled and fed the horse an apple before handing the food to the stable boy. "There's a few more carrots and apples in the back room - just take those if it wants more" she told him and he nodded.
Back inside the tavern Eldon's daughter handed her a plate of food. "Check out the night life" she smirked and looked in the direction of the man who had asked for food for his horse. Romily gave her a look. "Don't even consider it, he looks as though he's had a long journey". Before Eldon's daughter could say anything else Romily took the food over to him and placed it down on the table.
"I've fed your horse, and here's something to keep you going - you look like you need it" she told him, "Anything else?"
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Post by Romily de Braose on Jan 13, 2011 15:35:26 GMT -5
"I don't like being bitter - it's not like me" Romily told Yassia."I've only ever been bitter at my father and his ways, or should I say, his lies?" she sighed. “He didn’t even tell me that I actually have another brother besides Thomas, my younger brother who died at birth – I found out through my maid, my maid of all people!” she ranted. This was something that Romily had never told anyone. It was information she’d rather forget. She was sure she could trust Yassia though. It wasn’t because she hated this ‘other brother’, but it was the fact that he’d been her father’s best-kept secret for years, while he treated her like dirt.
Jaxon (Bonnie, her maid, had told her his name upon finding out) had been born a year or two after her mother and Thomas had died. Her father had an affair out of grief and Jaxon was the result. Unfortunately Jaxon’s mother was married at the time, and apparently still was. His ‘father’ still didn’t know of the affair and the fact he was brining up another man’s child. If Romily were correct Jaxon would be at least sixteen or seventeen by now. Whether or not her father had named him, as the rightful heir to their estate and belongings was a different matter. He was welcome to it. There had been many times that Romily had wanted to track Jaxon down and tell him that she was his half sister. She didn’t think he knew of his mother’s infidelity at all, as he’d never turned up at Wolfhall.
She put her head in her hands. “Im sorry – ‘ive never told anyone about that – I like to keep that part of my story locked away in the back of my mind as much as possible”. She was a little confused at Yassia’s statement. “Take to it all? How do you mean?”
Romily could see Eldon out of the corner of her eye eavesdropping. She looked at Yassia and smirked. “Don’t mind him – he loves to gossip as much as his daughter” she rolled her eyes. “I very much doubt that Eldon would let this passing stranger you speak of, within a five mile radius of me. If I wasn’t here he’d have to run the inn by himself” she smirked at the thought as Yassia explained her daydream of Romily’s ‘perfect man’. She couldn’t help but laugh at both of the suggestions. She was sure that no man of that kind would ever think of setting foot in The Rams Head, let alone the village.
“A wandering scholar” she mused, “You certainly have given my love life a lot of thought” she chuckled and shook her head. “No – I’ll live my life like a spinster and die one. Wandering scholar, physician or not – Anyway, what about you? Have you met any nice men on your travels? Or have they all been as ghastly as ever?” she asked.
Once Yassia had pulled herself together and had accepted the offer of a room, Romily smiled. “I can’t do royal treatment, but I’m sure I could do my best to get nearer the mark” she told her, “besides, I treat all my guests equally – noble or not” she winked and stood up. “Come on, come with me and I’ll show you to your room – I think Eldon’s eyes have born holes into my back!”
She got up and beckoned for Yassia to follow, leading her up the stairs to where the rooms of the inn were. She came to a door, took some keys from her pocket and opened the door.
“This is your room. I shouldn’t worry about paying now – you can always do that later” she smiled and stepped aside to let Yassia past. “My room is at the far end of the hall on the left hand side – if you need anything, just knock and I’ll get it for you”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Jan 13, 2011 14:57:24 GMT -5
This was always the most boring time of day for Romily. For a start it would be when Eldon would insist on taking a 'cat nap', which in his world was until closing time. His daughter would always be somewhere else leaving Romily in charge. Sometimes she wondered whether it was just her running the inn. Eldon was growing old though and she knew he couldn't do all the work by himself. So she was left to her own devices. The cooking, cleaning, serving. Not that she minded, but she'd like it if once in a while his daughter would help her out instead of just flirting with every stranger in a ten mile radius.
Today she wasn't around. She'd gone to the village to collect some material for a new dress she was making for her 'sweeheart'. Romily didn't know exactly which one this was, as Eldon's daughter seemed to have a new one every week.
Eldon had decided to take an earlier 'cat nap' than usual, which Romily thanked herself for over and over again. Finally she could at least clean up the place and start lunch, which included making Eldon's too (this tended to be uneaten or was eaten cold at least six or several hours later). She was so busy behind the bar that she had no time to notice the group of men come in until Eldon (who had come down for a drink before returning) noted this to her
"Romily, you do realise these men have been standing here for the past minute?" He rolled his eyes so as they could see and served them instead. How could she have seen them anyway? for a start she was on her hands and knees putting some tankards onto shelves and scrubbing some spilt ale off of the floor."They want some rooms for the evening. I'll make them up, you stay down here and serve them" he told her
Finally, once Eldon had disappeared upstairs she stood up and noted the group of men at one of the tables. Knights so they seemed to be, as they bore the crest of a kingdom that Romily vaguely recognised. One of them was looking rather relaxed - as though he hadn't rested for weeks on end. Rest? Romily didn't know the meaning of the word, but wiped her hands on her dress and made her way over to them silently.
Romily didn't go down very well with knights. From past experiances anyway. Frederick had been one and seemed to have given them a bad name in her mind. She prayed that these men were different, and that old wounds wouldn't resurface.
"Can i get you anything gentleman?" she asked quietly. Why had her tone been different then than the one she'd planned in her mind? This was not going to go well.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Jan 10, 2011 14:20:58 GMT -5
Messed up lives was correct. “It seems we’re both the bearers of bad luck” Romily chuckled. “Im sorry, I really shouldn’t have spoken of others like that, that was my bitter and judgemental side coming out of me” she sighed.
The conversation then turned to Eldon who was still watching from behind the bar. “He treats me well – I was lucky to even be taken in let alone given a job on top of it. I don’t want to use my status as a free pass nor because I want someone to be nice to me. I’d rather he treated me like everyone else” Romily shrugged, “One day he’ll find out though, I know he will –im sure he’s already suspicious.”
Marriage. Ah yes, that dreaded subject. “How do I know? Oh I know – It’s all part of the ‘Romily Radar’ I have going on. Bad luck with men and in a town where the only charming ones are the elders? It’s not for me” she shook her head, “Im not saying never, I can’t exactly picture myself being with anyone most probably because I’ve never been in love – if I had then maybe it would be easier for me to say maybe.” She chuckled, “an arranged marriage or love match? My father would have jumped at the chance.” She looked over to Eldon and then back at Yassia, “but if a man were to come along, im sure Eldon wouldn’t let me leave without a fight” she smirked and then saw the look on Yassia’s face. “I suppose you’re wondering my opinions on marrying people of a lower status. Im open to it – the more I can leave the past behind the better. I’ll always marry for love though, never for duty”.
Romily fiddled with her dress. “How about you?” Yassia seemed like the person to have the same opinion, given the fact that they’d agreed on so many things.
On speaking about her Uncle and her arranged marriage, Romily could see Yassia was about to cry. She quickly produced a handkerchief from her pocket and passed it to the woman. “I’m sorry, the subject is an upsetting one – I didn’t mean for you to become like this. We won’t speak of it anymore.” She saw Yassia take a deep breath and smiled sadly at her. “The past can never be changed, but we learn from it”.
Romily then decided to take the conversation in a new direction to take Yassia’s mind off of her troubles. “Right. I think I should prepare you a room for the night. There’s no way I’m allowing you to leave here in the dark by yourself.”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Jan 6, 2011 16:34:09 GMT -5
Yassia explained her friend was of nobility and possibly even a knight. Romily’s opinions of knights were not of the greatest standard. There had once been a group of them from another kingdom that had come into the inn one evening. They were not as chivalrous as they were expected to be. From then she’d never thought highly of them. They were supposed to be men of bravery and standard. These were a group of gambling flirts who, in the end, she asked to leave.
Funnily enough Frederick had been a knight too, so the run-ins she’d had were not exactly brilliant going by first impressions. “A knight” she half chuckled, half spat, and then realised Yassia might be offended. “Im sorry, I have a very low opinion of them to be honest, but I suppose I can’t judge every one of them because of a bad experience. Besides there are some decent ones out there and it’s not for me to judge anyway”. She picked at her nails. “I suppose you think ill of me, what with me being rather bitter about many things we’ve spoken of this evening”. Yassia explained that the knight in question was an uncle. “Good uncle, bad uncle – very interesting” she mused, “Hopefully he shall keep you safe”
Once she’d sat back down after speaking with Eldon, Yassia gave her opinions of his name used for her. Romily shrugged it off, “Well, I am common I suppose – I have been for a year and my desire of not being recognised as nobility and forgetting my roots seems to be paying off” She saw the woman’s face and laughed. “Don’t worry, im not offended! Just very guarded”. She smirked at her friend, “I dare not tell him though, he’d most likely be on his knees and kissing the ground – this is my life and my home now.” She lowered her voice, “Im not ‘Lady Romily anymore – even though I may speak a little but like a noble I’ve learnt how to not act like one. Im just Millie the Barmaid now, and that’s how it will be until my dying day. No marriage – nothing. Just a sister of the spinsterhood” she smirked again.
She saw Yassia’s face change. “Now back to the stupidity of men” she decided to get back to their current topic, especially now that Yassia had asked whether or not she could change things should time have turned back on itself. “No”. This came out rather bluntly. “What’s done is done – what life would I have had if I had stayed in Carmelide anyway? I would have been locked away from the world with no friends or anything to my name. Just my title”. Romily scratched her neck. “If my mother had been alive however, perhaps things may have been very different – I could have been married by now even”. There was silence before she shook the thoughts from her head and looked up at Yassia. “What about you? Would you have married if there hadn’t have been a way out?”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Jan 5, 2011 14:30:01 GMT -5
The words ‘life’ and ‘frustrating’ Romily knew went together all too well, especially in her world. “Men and their pride more like!” she winked, “I hate how they can just treat us like objects and skivvies at their own disposal”. She sat back against the wall and smiled at Yassia. “Im sure though, one day we shall have our comeuppance”.
Yassia, like herself, didn’t seem to bother about titles or anything. It was nice to speak to someone who had the same views and opinions. She saw that her head cocked slightly to one side when she subtly mentioned about the magic and the laws of it in Camelot. She was familiar with it no doubt because she bore no look of surprise. Yassia spoke of the story she’d heard of The Great Purge. Romily had heard this too. “My father told me about that too” she told her friend, “he seemed very dramatic though, as if to warn me about not going there – not that I would’ve anyway! I was hardly allowed in the Garden let alone to travel”. She agreed with Yassia’s opinion of the king though. “Strength guides you through whatever path you take, you just need a lot of it!” she chuckled, “Im sure you have a lot of that, considering what you’ve been through to get here and how you planned it!”
Romily drummed her fingers on the table. “This relative you have in Camelot, are they of royalty too? If you don’t mind me asking”. She had no idea whether Yassia felt uncomfortable discussing her status with her. Romily had never spoken about who she was to anyone. Everyone in this village thought that she was just a travelling peasant. Mind you, she was sure it wouldn’t be long until Elwin’s daughter discovered the couple of nice dresses she’d brought from home! “It’s good that you have connections and somewhere to go – I don’t have that, but if I did I’m sure in no time someone would tell my father”.
Romily then saw Elwin round the corner of the bar and shoot a look in her direction. “If you’ll excuse me”. She got up and walked over to him.
“You should be working Millie” he said. Elwin had always called her this as he’d stated that Romily was had to pronounce. She didn’t know why. I was, no one else had come in for the evening, so I decided to take some time to chat to the locals” She saw Elwin eye Yassia with suspicion, but then he nodded.
“I suppose it won’t do any harm, it’s actually quieter than usual this evening”
She thanked him and went to sit down, taking over another drink for Yassia and one for herself. “Sorry, now, where were we?”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Jan 1, 2011 14:04:29 GMT -5
Ailantha? She'd never heard of it before, mind you it must have been a place that Yassia wanted to forget rather quickly.
The young woman was now asking whether her and Frederick had been in love, she snorted at this "I had hardly enough time to get to know him - let alone fall in love with him. My father was just jumping to conclusions that all, and it appears that he thought ill of me, saying i'd thrown away my honour, which, by the way, i didn't" she added quickly, "It was a mistake and Frederick was one of those men who would have any woman he wanted and then discard her like a cat toying with a mouse" She told Yassia bitterly. "Thankfully i've never had to lay eyes on him again"
It was then Yassia's turn to open up. She was an heir to the throne of her country! She'd certainly not seen that coming. "You're a member of royalty?" she said in almost a whsiper so as no one else could hear. "My goodness". She listened on as Yassia explained of her reasons for running away. It was all quite sad really. "No woman should be made to marry against her will - but unfortunatly our role in this world seems to be just that" Romily shook her head, "It's a shame we cannot be seen for our other accomplishments. I hope one day our roles will allow us to do as we please without the idle gossip from those who disapprove"
Romily took another sip of her drink and smiled at Yassia. "Camelot? I've heard of it - lots of stories that my father told me and also through evesdropping in on people's conversations. Apparently it's not exactly the nicest of places to venture should you have a certain ability", she looked at Yassia knowingly. Magic - hopefully she didn't have that or that would be the end. Mind you, she was starting to realise whether anything that had come out of her father's mouth over the years was true or false. "But anyhow, I hope you manage to complete your journey".
Romily leant in a little closer so as she couldn't be heard by anyone else "You've not to worry - your secret is safe with me". She smiled.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Dec 30, 2010 11:38:51 GMT -5
Remember where she'd come from? Well it was too hard for her to forget, let alone think about. Romily would become annoyed with herself if a thought of her home or even her father slipped into her mind. She'd been free from him for at least a year. "Unfortuantly yes, i would rather not though." she replied in answer to Yassia's earlier question. "You're anything but nosey, just curious like many a person - i came from a noble family in Carmelide. I don't know if you know of it or have passed through on your travels but it's where i grew up. My mother died when i was young so I had to grow up from a very young age. My maid was more like my mother to me after she'd gone and helped to raise me. My father? Well I hardly saw anything of him really. He'd keep me away from pagentry and things along those lines, so i was quite lonely. I never had any friends. Just my maid" Romily smiled at the thought. "One of my father's friends came with his son to our home. His son was called Frederick. Anyway things happened which led to my father making false accusations and accusing me of many things. There was a lot of arguing between us two and in the end I left my home and set out in search of something better" She finished, not wanting to go into too much detail of what had happened with Frederick. That was history now, and thankfully she'd never have to look him in the eye again.
Romily's thoughts turned to her mother. Her dear mother who would most likely be turning in her grave if she knew about what her darling daughter was doing. Her mother had adored her, her father hadn't (possibly because he'd be disappointed that his first born wasn't a son and heir.). Perhaps if her mother had still been here then her father might be a different man. Or not. Romily had considered that his backlash on her was because she was so much like her mother not just spiritually but also physically. Maybe he couldnt look at her because she resembled her mother so much.
She shook off everything and got up and walked to the bar, checking that Eldon was still sleeping. Thankfully he was. She decided to take this opportunity to have a break, or finish for the evening. Everyone was here and she doubted that anymore would walk through the door. At this time of the evening many of the people were preparing to sleep. She brought over some more drinks for the pair and sat herself down again. "Here, have another" she pushed the tankard towards Yassia. "So, you spoke of a certain destination, where are you travelling to?" she asked. "If you plan on hanging around here for a while I could ask Eldon to give you a room or something? Perhaps a job so you at least have some money to spare - not that i'm saying you haven't" She decided to end there before she offended someone.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Dec 22, 2010 14:36:13 GMT -5
Romily noticed that Yassia had an accent, definatly not from around here then, and this was confirmed when she listened to the young woman explain about her stepbrother and how she'd crossed the channel to Albion. They'd been seperated? Poor girl, she must have been through a lot since then.
"Drinking never makes the thoughts disappear" she told her, "Not that i know from any experiance but i certainly wouldn't want to turn into someone who spends every evening here attempting to forget themselves".
She could see Yassia was quite wrapped up in her thoughts just by looking at her. It was obvious she was missing her stepbrother. "You're lucky to have journeyed with someone. I'm a loner" Romily half chuckled at this. It was true. She'd been locked away from the world for most of her life and now had the independance to go it alone. "No brother, and now no family what so ever."
Romily found it hard to speak about her parents and brother. Probably because it was a subject too painful to bring up in front of her father. She'd never been allowed to bring up the subject of her mother and brother. She'd actually done so once. Romily had then been confined to her room for three days while her father cooled off. Well, that was what her maid had told her.
She wondered what Yassia's real story was. She seemed so distant in expression and thought that Romily wondered if she was actually listening to her anymore. "What of your family? Do they know where you are? If you don't mind me asking that is? You don't have to speak of it if you don't want to" she asked and then felt awkward again. For all she knew Yassia didn't want to be bombarded with personal questions, but Romily found that from what she'd said so far, they were quite similar.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Dec 21, 2010 16:45:46 GMT -5
“You’ve got a sharp eye!” Romily was suprised, not knowing if the girl was actually angry with her or not “Yes I am a long way from home, and no usually I don’t drink my life away in a tavern… though at the moment I would very much like to…” Romily had known this by the expression the young woman bore. The very same as she'd had when she'd first left her home. Many people had remarked about it. Romily hadn't thought she looked any different, until one day she'd actually looked at herself in a mirror to see a completly different person staring back at her.
She'd gone back to the bar after apologising many times but was even more suprised to recieve an offer of a sit down. “Oh, please, I am not angry with you, you only told the truth after all. Thanks for the mead and the food. Would you like to come over and sit for a little while once business allows it?”. Romily frowned slightly to herself and then looked over to Eldon, who was busy sitting down in a corner himself, snoring. Typical. Sometimes it seemed like she was the only one running this place apart from his daughter. At least he wouldn't catch her lying down on the job, plus there was hardly anyone to serve anymore now that all the locals were in. "Oh? well, ok then. Im sure the landlord won't mind if it's for a few minutes"
She smiled and sat herself opposite the woman. "Yassia?" she was sure she'd heard the woman introduce herself earlier, "That's a nice name. I'm Romily by the way, also a long way from home" she smiled sympathetically at her. "Although im glad of it if im honest." She traced circles in some droplets of water that had obviously been spilt on the table earlier. "So...i gather you're a lone traveller too? Is that why you want to drink yourself into oblivion? or is it just the fact you have to spend a night in here with men like those?" she gestured to the man who had made a remark about her earlier, as he sat with a group of friends who all appeared to be like him, judging from the looks they were throwing at various women, including Romily.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Dec 21, 2010 15:01:18 GMT -5
"Excuse me, Miss?” Romily's head lifted to see a young woman sitting in the far corner. She hadn't actually noticed her there. She certainly didn't seem happy either. “Could I have a tankard of mead and something to eat?”.
Romily nodded and fecthed her some food. Not meaning to think it, she thought the young woman looked like she hadn't eaten in days. She also looked as though she wanted no pity either. "Im sorry i didn't notice you before, it gets so busy in the evenings that you hardly have time to sit down" she smiled and gave the woman what she'd asked for. "You look like a woman who is a long way from home"
She shouldn't have said that, people could take comments one way or another these days. "Sorry" she quickly apologised, "It's just, you don't seem like the type who spends everyday drinking their life away in a tavern". She winced as she realised that she was just digging herself into a deep hole. "Not that im saying you...oh forget it, anyway this is on the house, just don't tell the landlord" she smiled warmly and went back to the bar.
A long way from home? pfft! she could talk! If it wasn't for Frederick ruining her life with his charming 'i flirt with every woman i meet religiously' ways then perhaps she'd be at home right now with her father and Bonnie, just being the girl who stayed in the background. She wished she'd never allowed Frederick near her. What she didn't understand was why her father had taken his side and had turned his back on her? She didn't care anyway. Not anymore. It had been at least a year and he'd made no attempt to find her. For now she was just Romily the barmaid. Not Lady Romily of Carmelide. She had thought she had been a nobody back then, now she felt it more than ever.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Dec 20, 2010 14:50:14 GMT -5
The Rams Head was beginning to rake in the evening's business. This was the only time that Romily had seen the people in the town come alive. Since taking on the job as a barmaid, she had come to know all the regulars who trudged in from work after a hard day, and also had come to know the ones who were just looking for trouble.
So far there was no one present that she would have to kick out. This job was a blessing, she had been lucky to find something for a short amount of time. Not because she couldn't hold a job down, but because she barely stayed in one place for a long time.
The landlord had been quick to take her on, he'd mentioned they'd needed an extra pair of hands for a long time. She had a roof over her head at least, much better than a cave and cloak.
She looked around at the many people (mostly men) sat at tables hunched over their drinks. She'd try to figure out their stories. They were all intresting in some shape or form. Romily also had a story to tell, one of which she never told very often. Many people assumed she was just a homeless peasent (in a way she was), but these people would have never believed that a former noblewoman was serving their drinks to them.
"Romily!" The landlord, Eldon, snapped her out of her thoughts and nodded his head in the direction of some waiting customers. "Tell me girl, do you offer a special service for regulars?" one of the old men smirked at her. Ergh, she'd seen him here before and he'd always try it on, even with the landlord's daughter. "Only if the regulars want to wake with a dagger in them the next morning" she retorted. On hearing this the man grunted something and went away. She was used to this, she'd learnt not to become embarassed by it and instead now used the form of verbal defense against men like this. Usually they would threaten her, but some would simply back off in shock All the same, it seemed tonight would be the same as any other she'd worked. Boring.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Dec 12, 2010 14:02:37 GMT -5
Hey Arthur, would you be able to make a couple of posting layouts for Romily please? She's played by Annabelle Wallis. Im not overly fussed about what you put on it.  Thanks! |
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Post by Romily de Braose on Dec 11, 2010 11:09:10 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Romily de Braose
.:Nick Name:. Rommy, Rommers, Millie
.:Age:. 20
.:Status:. Noble/Nomad
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:.
There was a time where many men would comment on this. Romily is strikingly beautiful with wavy blonde hair that cascades down and stops just above her chest. It contrasts with her eyes that are a deep shade of blue and her skin that is quite pale. She is of an average build and is slim. The only item she keeps on her is her mother’s ring that is shaped like vines entwining around purple flowers. She may appear the innocent damsel in distress upon the first look at her, but don’t judge her just yet because behind those eyes there are secrets hidden.
.:Height:. 5ft 7”
.:Portrayed by:. Annabelle Wallis
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. As any lady of nobility should, Romily has been brought up to act and behave just how any other woman should, especially when it comes to finding a suitor. She generally speaks her mind but knows her place. This often occurs during arguments between herself and her father, who told Romily she was too meek of a woman to become the wife of another lord. Romily is also very shy and will distance herself from large crowds (purely because she’s spent most of her life alone and does not know how to act) Since the event that changed her whole life she has learnt skills that will help her to survive in the world, all dreams of now is a fresh start.
.:Strengths:.
> Standing up for herself when needed – something that has landed her in trouble many times!
> Sword fighting – when setting out on her own she had to learn to fend for herself and took one of her father’s swords with her. Thankfully she’s had all the practice but has never had any reason to put these skills to the test
> Talking herself out of situations – she prefers to be the peacemaker and not to turn to violence unless it’s entirely necessary.
.:Weaknesses:. Can sometimes be a bit of a doormat, Keeping her regrets bottled up inside of her, Any mention of her mother (she still believes that she has failed her), She doesn’t like to see the bad in anyone and this had led to her being hurt because of her opinion on this.
.:Magic Abilities:. None
.:Special Skills:. None really
.:Accents:.Gentle British accent
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Wolfhall Manor, Carmelide
.:Family:. Durwin – Father
Jayne – Mother (Deceased)
Thomas – Brother (Deceased at birth)
.:Occupation:. None
.:Current Location of Residence:. It was Wolfhall (the house where she grew up) but now she’s moving from place to place
.:History:.
Romily de Braose is the daughter of Lord Durwin and Lady Jayne of Carmelide. The eldest and only daughter of the pair, Romily was only three years of age when both her mother and her brother died in childbirth. Since then Romily had to practically raise herself (along with the help of her nursemaid Bonnie) as her father found it difficult to even so much as look at her.
Over the years Romily grew and became an independent young woman but was kept away from any pageantry that the de Braose’s were invited to. (It is believed that this is because her father was afraid of losing her). Romily also did not express any interest in these events and much rather preferred to keep a low profile around any company her father had. She could usually be found in the library or in her room sewing.
When Romily was eighteen a nobleman and his family came to dine with her father. In a chance meeting she ran (quite literally) into the nobleman’s son whilst out in the gardens. The pair spent the rest of the afternoon together but as the couple kissed goodbye, Romily’s father caught them and jumped to conclusions that there had been more to what he’d witnessed. He then proceeded to yell at his daughter that evening and dismiss her from his life, stating that she had failed him and her mother. At mention of her mother this made Romily want to fight back and tell her father what she really thought of him, but she knew her words wouldn’t come and he would have the upper hand. Without another thought she left Wolfhall and everyone else she loved behind and proceeded to flee from Carmelide and it’s painful memories.
Now she is on the road to wherever it takes her, determined to be rid of her rank and it’s rules and to find a new life where she will be free from meeting her father’s high expectations he had of her.
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