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Post by Kate Belmonte on Jun 2, 2013 15:15:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; padding: 5px; background-color: #eeeedd; ,bTable] Despite the impressive nature of the palace’s library, few people seemed to use it on a regular basis. Most serious scholars tended to settle in Drasil and most of the residents of the castle only used it for the occasional research or as a means to impress visitors. Kate, however, was an exception. She had taken to spending enough time in the library over the years that nobody had thought it strange when she had requisitioned an old storeroom in the back to use as a private study. Of course, it hadn’t really been the privacy she’d been after; one of the old bookcases set against the wall hid a rather convenient entrance to a secret passage that led out of the palace.
However, Kate did appreciate having a room where she was unlikely to be disturbed, especially when she was up to certain activities that her father would not approve of. Earlier she had been hoping to venture out into the city in her disguise, but the rain that was steadily beating against the windows had put a stop to that. Not that she really minded the rain, but it would be rather difficult to explain how she’s managed to become soaked while reading in her study.
Instead Kate had ended up working on her next essay that she hoped to have published anonymously. However, even she had to admit that it wasn’t going well. An analysis of how the king’s policies were negatively effecting the economy had sounded like a decent idea to start with, but Kate hadn’t realized just how horribly boring it could turn out to be.
She scratched out another few lines that she was displeased with before leaning back in her chair to reread what she had so far. Kate scowled at the paper; it really would be best to simply start over from the beginning. Dropping the paper back on the desk, she stared out the window at the grey skies and tilted the chair back even farther so the front legs were off the ground. Maybe she should just scrap the idea completely and try to pick something else to write about.
A sudden crash of thunder made her jump, which normally wouldn’t be a problem. However, Kate’s chair had been balanced rather precariously and the sudden shift in her movement caused it to tumble over backwards. Before she could move to catch herself, Kate plummeted down, smacking the back of her head against the floor.
“Oww,” she muttered, rather glad that nobody had been around to witness that. Picking herself up, Kate rubbed the back of her head. Maybe it was about time for a break since she was clearly not getting anywhere. Perhaps a snack and a short walk would give her some fresh ideas.
Kate righted her chair and scooped up the messy essay from the table, stuffing it between the pages of a book before hiding the book in a large pile of other books. She held no illusions about what might happen to her if the paper was discovered; her father would certainly see her thoughts as treasonous. One could never be too careful, even if she made sure to keep the door locked at all times.
Starting towards the door, Kate was surprised to hear a hesitant knock sound from the other side. She unlocked the door and tugged it open to see a rather nervous looking servant standing on the other side.
“I’m sorry to disturb you,” the woman said, “But I heard a crash and wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“I’m quite fine,” Kate responded, trying not to go red with embarrassment. So someone had been close enough to hear her fall. “I just knocked over a few books. It’s certainly not anything to worry about.” With an easy smile she shook off the woman’s offers of cleaning up after her. Even if cleaning was the woman’s only intention, Kate really didn’t want anyone poking around in her study. At least the servant seemed to accept her excuse for the crash readily enough. That wasn’t surprising though; few people would have imagined that she would be the sort to accidentally tip her chair over backwards.
Kate waited until the woman had left before turning to lock the door behind her and leaving the library. Several Azurine guards saluted as she passed through the corridors and she simply nodded to them in return. She knew most of them by name and so she was somewhat surprised to see an unfamiliar face when she turned a corner. However, although Kate was curious, she couldn’t just stop to question every person wandering through the castle. Instead she simply gave the same nod that she had directed at the other soldiers, intending to simply continue on her way. |
[/td][tr][td][atrb=style,border-left: solid 5px #eedd88;] Ghosts in the photograph never lie'd to me [/td][/tr][/table][/center] LAIKA OF GS!
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Post by Valentina LaRoux on Jun 4, 2013 21:47:05 GMT -5
Things seemed to have been getting tense. The way the higher officials were acting, it was as if they expected something to happen, but what? She may have been Captain, but Tina still seems to be kept out of the loop at times. It bothered her to no end, but what could she do? It's not like she was a general. All she could do was listen to the higher authorities and follow through on their orders. It's what got her to her place so far, though she knows a certain degree of independence is necessary. Her mother taught her that much... even though they never really had that much of a relationship...
'My time will come soon enough,' she thought as she roamed the halls of the castle. It wasn't the first time she's been here, but she can never get over how it looked. In fact, she slightly envied the Azurine division for being the personal guard to the royal family. The get to see this place on a near-daily basis. Then again, it may be because she's not here that often that the castle keeps its majestic beauty. Being here every day, she may not see it the same as she does now.
However, a face she saw a few times during important events came 'round a corner. 'The Princess!' Tina stepped off to the side, saluting the Princess as she passed. She wasn't sure what else to do. It was the only thing she was taught when seeing the Royal family in passing. But as the Princess passed, Tina noticed something. The back of her head seemed disproportionate. Like she was hit. "Excuse me, Princess. Are you okay? It looks like you have an injury."
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Post by Kate Belmonte on Jun 7, 2013 23:05:30 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; padding: 5px; background-color: #eeeedd; ,bTable] The disparity between the palace and the capital’s lower district was almost unimaginable. Not only was the standard of living in the lower district abominable, but the guards also rarely made an appearance unless it was for the purpose of making an arrest. However, in some ways Kate vastly preferred the lower district to the upper. During her excursions to the poorer regions of the city she had found that nobody really paid any attention to her. In their eyes, she was just one scruffy lad out of many. Most people hardly registered her presence unless she chose to do something that drew their attention to her. The same could not be said of those in the castle; every eye was upon her the moment she stepped out into the corridors. Even if most of the palace staff stayed silent as she passed, Kate knew that they were watching and anything out of the norm could fuel gossip for days. Until she had begun to sneak out of the castle, Kate had hardly realized just how stifling it could be to have almost every move observed.
Most of the time she was able to ensure that her actions were boring compared to what her siblings tended to get up to. However, it was impossible not to slip up on occasion, especially when she was up to certain activities which would be able to cause a buzz for weeks. In small cases such as today, Kate could generally brush over her mistakes with simple lies like the one she had fed the servant earlier. Unfortunately, sometimes she encountered someone who was a bit more observant than the average person, or who spoke their observations while the others tended to remain silent.
Such seemed to be the case with the young woman who she had just passed by. Kate paused as the soldier spoke, struggling to keep herself from reaching up to check if there really was a knot on her head. She had struck the floor rather forcefully, but she hadn’t realized that the blow had resulted in swelling.
As Kate turned to face the soldier her desire to check the back of her head won out over maintaining appearances. She reached up and prodded it lightly, then fought to keep from wincing as pain shot through her head. Yes, it was definitely swollen. This might be a bit difficult to explain; there weren’t many ways she could have hit her head that that were acceptable for the persona she had to maintain. Perhaps if it hadn’t been raining then she could have blamed it on self-defense training, but it seemed as though that option was out.
Realizing that she had yet to answer the soldier, Kate quickly replied, “Oh, it’s nothing really.” As her mind worked to come up with a suitable lie she glanced at the soldier again. She guessed that the woman was rather close to her in age and the bands on her black armor indicated her rank as captain. Kate was somewhat curious as to why a Schwartz captain was wandering around the palace, but right now it was probably best just to pacify the soldier’s worries and continue on her way before any more questions were asked.
“A book fell when I was pulling a different one off the shelf in the library,” she lied with a sheepish smile, “Unfortunately, I was unable to catch it.” While that scenario was a bit embarrassing, it was at least more acceptable than the truth. Of course, it might be a bit difficult to explain how the back of her head had been injured instead of the front, but Kate couldn’t come up with a better story on such short notice so it would have to do.
“I was on my way to have it looked at,” Kate continued, though she had no intention of doing so. Having a healer check out her head would only lead to further questions and she doubted her story would hold up for long. Still, this provided her with the perfect excuse to leave. “Now if you’ll just excuse me, Captain. I probably should be on my way.” |
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Post by Valentina LaRoux on Jun 20, 2013 13:50:52 GMT -5
Nothing? By the way she acted, the Princess didn't even seem to notice it until it was brought up as Tina saw her reach for the swelling area of her head. The story of the book could have been believable, had it not been the fact that she said she saw and tried to 'catch' the other book. If that was the case, the injury would have been at the top of her head, in front, or even on the side. Not the back. At least she was able to roll with it until she dismissed herself, but Tina felt she wasn't going to get it checked out.
"If I may be frank, Princess," Tina stated, hoping that alone would keep her from leaving. "You could have come up with a better lie than that. Or even just told me the truth."
Lies were one thing Tina didn't much care for. Granted, she had her share of them, but she didn't like using them. What was there to hide about a bump on the head anyway?
"I don't have any healing artes, but I do know how to treat injuries. If you wish, I can see to that swelling for you." That alone wasn't enough, Tina was sure. So, she added a smile to her last statement. "As well as keeping word of an injury to the Princess to myself."
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