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 Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 5:49 pm
Beale laughed, "For an old man, perhaps." he replied with a friendly smile. "So tell me, mi'lady... how is it you have found yourself in the Marquess' presence? He's usually so very picky."
~ ~ ~
Meanwhile, Eduard was about halfway through his drink, chatting conversationally with a few other men regarding a few local political matters, when his name was spoken from behind.
He turned, flashing his most charming smile, as was customary, "Only good things, I do hope." Eduard spoke, carefully taking the lady's hand and kissing the top. "And you are, my lady?"
(((No worries. I'll just need to know by the time the dancing is over, how you want Rosaline to become distracted. A guy obviously, but any other details you have in mind, I'd be open to knowing before I start my own scheming, hehe.)))
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 6:26 pm
P e t e r - W i n t e r sPeter laughed lightly at Beale's comment. "Yes, he seems to be." Then Peter launched into his well rehearsed story. "My father, Lord Hamilton, is very ill, you see, and I was sent to Sebastian, the Marquess's butler, as to not contract the illness." Peter blushed, as any woman would if she was saying what he said next. "And... It seems I caught the Marquess's eye..." He smiled a small, shy smile, revealing how he truly felt about the matter.
That hadn't been a complete lie. He did catch Eduard's eye, but due to reasons other than love interests.
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Lady Ruben laughed flirtatiously and smiled. "I am Lady Ruben, dear Marquess." And in response to what Eduard had commented, Lady Ruben said, "For all I can hear, it's Viscount Rutherford that's at fault." She hoped to get on Eduard's good side with this comment. That was probably too naive a sentiment though.((I don't have much to say, except that it be someone a little forceful and just sex-starved. xD He shouldn't even care that Peter's not a woman.)) L a d y - R o s a l i n e
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 9:48 pm
"Marquess Michaels always has had a rather soft spot." Beale replied as he continued to dance with Rosaline. "Not like most of us stereotypical 'stuffy' nobles, that's for certain." he smiled, obviously teasing about the 'stuffy' remark. "So, I take it the Lord Hamilton has some sort of relation, or is an acquaintance of Sebastian? He is a rather remarkable butler."
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Eduard's smile never faltered, "Well then, you are certainly well informed, Lady Ruben." he replied before stopping a passing servant. "Care for a drink, mi'lady?"
Of course Eduard had to be kind and courteous to any guest when in the public's eye. That included women.
And he could tell that this woman in particular had, more than likely, come up to converse with him due to the fact that Rosaline was not at his side for the moment.
(((Hehehe, can do! Thanks!)))
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 7:47 pm
P e t e r - W i n t e r sPeter nodded. "My father's butler, Jeeves, is an acquaintance of Sebastian's." Rosaline smiled. "Though I never thought that Jeeves was really that close to Sebastian—enough to send me to him, at least." He chuckled. "I feel that in both the Marquess's household and my father's, the butlers and employees are more family than anything else."
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Lady Ruben smiled. "I would love a drink." She was waiting for the opportune time. Maybe they could get a breather of fresh air out in the small decorative vineyard outside.
Lady Ruben coughed slightly and commented, "The air is quite stuffy within. Must be the amount of people placed into this small room. Care to accompany me out to the garden?" She batted her eyelashes.L a d y - R o s a l i n e
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 3:49 pm
"That sentiment has been on the decline as of late, I fear." Beale replied honestly. "Though, it is much the same in my own manor, many of the younger generations seem to have no use of servants who do more than their needed duty."
~ ~ ~
Carefully, Eduard plucked a cup from the servant's tray and passed it to Ruben. His violet eyes focused on Rosaline for a moment, but then he smiled softly and nodded to the Ruben once more.
"I would be delighted." the Marquess replied, motioning for Lady Ruben to lead the way.
Peter was in good hands, hands as capable as his own. Eduard trusted Beale more than any other noble in the city.
And his trust had never been betrayed.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 7:35 am
P e t e r - W i n t e r sThe dance finished and Peter smiled at Lod Beale, thanking him. "Do you have any other engagements right now?" Peter usually found these new settings slightly uncomfortable, and the only people so far who could fix that were Eduard and now Lord Beale. Peter felt no danger being around them.
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Lady Ruben walked with Eduard at a leisurely pace towards the vineyards in the back of the garden. She admired the horticulture and made general small talk as they went, until she felt it a safe distance to start talking on other matters. "Marquess, I hear that your father has put out the decree that you need to take a wife soon to take the inheritance of the Michaels family."L a d y - R o s a l i n e
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 6:01 pm
Lord Beale shook his head, "None that I can recall, save perhaps idle conversation." he spoke with a slight smile. "If you wish to accompany me from the dance floor, I could tell you a bit about this party and the guests who were invited, if you wish? We could even get something to drink as well. Unless of course you have a dance promised to another?"
Off to the side of the dance floor however, there was a man who was obviously thinking of asking Rosaline for the next dance.
He was handsome, though perhaps a bit more boyishly handsome than anything else, with slightly longer than shoulder length brown hair that was pulled back behind him.
~ ~ ~
Carefully in step beside her, Eduard made sure to express his own remarks over the beauty of the garden.
Though not as grand as his own, it was still beautiful in the fading light of day.
He had been about to comment on how he thought the gardener should be harvesting the grapes soon, when the lady spoke up.
"Ah... yes, that rumor has begun to spread most rapidly." Eduard spoke, sipping his own drink. "In truth, Lady Ruben, my father did speak such a decree to me... but I have since found someone who holds a special place to my heart and thus, will be meeting my father when he returns from abroad."
It was the truth, after all.
Eduard smiled softly, "I suppose I should try and n** this rumor in the bud, so to speak, though I do hope that notion is not the only reason you have wished to speak with me, Lady Ruben."
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 6:20 pm
P e t e r - W i n t e r sRosaline looked around slightly. "It doesn't seem like I have any other engagements myself." Turning back to Lord Beale, he smiled. "I'd be delighted to know more about this party. Marquess Michaels didn't really say much on the matter." Peter hadn't even noticed the man who had been eying him.
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"Oh of course it isn't." There was a maniacal glint in her eye though, she glanced quickly over his shoulder and nodded. "But I'm afraid that I do feel for you more than any other woman is capable of." With that, four strong arms grabbed Eduard from either side and held him.
Lady Ruben laughed lightly, then pouted jokingly. "It's too bad that someone else already holds your heart... Though I don't believe that. What woman would when she knows that you throw away ladies as if they're worthless after they get into bed with you?"
She started walking around Eduard, observing him from all sides.((Hooray! It's started!)) L a d y - R o s a l i n e
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 8:33 pm
The man continued to watch Rosaline, but he didn't make a move forward.
Thus, Beale lead Rosaline from the dance floor and handed her a drink once they were sitting comfortably near the windows. "Well, this party is thrown every year, with open invitations to the patrons and managers of the local theatres. Since the Marquess is a patron of his own theatre, he was invited." Beale didn't go into detail about the snub to Eduard's theatre however. "Other nobles are invited of course, especially those who frequent the theatre, like myself."
~ ~ ~
That glint was all the warning Eduard got.
He felt the hands a moment before he noticed the men, two on each side, that kept him from moving much.
"Lady Ruben, this is hardly the behavior I would have expected from a Lady." Eduard spoke carefully, his voice and expression betraying not a thing about how he was feeling.
Inside, he was more than a bit worried.
Too many scenarios passed through the young Marquess' mind. If Ruben wanted to blackmail him, forcing him to be with her could end with an accusation of rape. Obviously the woman couldn't truly love him, unless she was deranged. But what if she wanted to be named as Eduard's fiancee? This would be the easiest way to convince him to name her as such.
"For your information, mi'lady," Eduard spoke, calm and polite as always.
He made a point not to struggle against the arms that held him, mainly in hopes that they would think him an easy catch and eventually loosen their hold in boredom.
"I do not 'throw away ladies' as you seem to think it. Just because a woman can not hold my interest for more than a few nights, hardly means there's something wrong with me... and more wrong with her... or what she wants."
So many had wanted his money... his prestige... and all the trappings that came with being the beloved of a Marquess.
"You, Lady Ruben, are hardly worth my mind even entertaining the idea of taking you to my bed."
(((YAY! Eduard can be a bit of a snippy b*****d, hehe.)))
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 8:40 pm
P e t e r - W i n t e r s"He did mention something about the theatre," Peter commented. "I am quite partial to theatre myself. I find myself drawn to it very much." Peter blushed slightly. "Though I must admit that I only found recent opportunities to go see shows."
It felt odd to just stare at Lord Beale as Peter was talking, so he once in a while glanced up or slightly to the side. He still didn't notice that anything was amiss.
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Lady Ruben chuckled. "Oh? Well that is such a shame. I think the title of Lady Michaels would have suited me quite well, don't you think?" She trailed her fingers from his cheek, down his neck, and to his first button. She slowly unbuttoned the buttons on his outer garment, keeping her eyes on his expression as she did.L a d y - R o s a l i n e
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 9:07 pm
"Well, then you must see some of the performances at Marquess Michaels' theatre." Beale smiled, "To be honest, they are my favorite... though I do not get to frequent them as much as I would. And..."
But it was about that time that a young man appeared at Rosaline's shoulder. He bowed, his tied brown hair falling over one shoulder as he extended a hand.
"Would the Lady care to dance?" he asked with a charming smile.
~ ~ ~
Eduard didn't make a single move as she spoke, though his violet eyes were locked onto her own gaze.
And if she were good at reading the gazes of her suitors... she would have seen the smoldering anger just waiting to be unleashed there.
"Ah... so you are after my title then?" the Marquess asked with a smirk. "I hate to disappoint you, my dear... but I have no mind to give such a title to you."
Well, there went his vest since his jacket was already bunched around his arms thanks to the four grasping hands.
"Your brutes had better no leave bruises." Eduard spoke, his attitude cocky, if nothing else. "I would hate to have to blackmail you instead."
"Yes... she's going to blackmail me. That has to be her plan since she wants my rank and nothing more.'
The Marquess' expression was completely calm, the mask placed over his true self as easily as donning a coat.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 11:04 am
P e t e r - W i n t e r sPeter was about to ask if there were any specific plays that Lord Beale would recommend when a man appeared next to their chairs and asked her to a dance. Rosaline was obligated to accept.
She turned and gave an apologetic smile to Lord Beale. "If you'll excuse me..." She then turned to the relatively long haired man and gave a very sweet an innocent smile. "I'd love to." She stood up and followed the man off to the dance floor.
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Lady Ruben was all too caught up in her triumph over the Marquess to notice much of the anger, though she did sense some of it. She continued to finish the unbuttoning, all the way down to the undershirt, with her left hand. He right hand held Eduard's chin very gently and caressingly. "Poor Marquess... Well, wether you want to give it to me or not, I don't see you in a position of compromise..."L a d y - R o s a l i n e
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 5:13 pm
Once they started dancing, the young man smiled softly, "Seems I was a bit shy on asking for a dance when I first saw you arrive, especially with Marquess Michaels at your side." he spoke, giving off the air of a somewhat shy nobleman.
~ ~ ~
"This is hardly the way to go about trying to seduce me, madam." Eduard spoke, his violet gaze holding her eyes steady.
The Marquess had to remind himself not to struggle, to try and give the men behind him a reason to drop their guard.
"Besides," he spoke, his gaze calculating. "I could always scream. Hardly becoming of course for a man to scream... but if given the choice between that and having to cater to your fantasies... I'd choose the former."
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 7:44 pm
P e t e r - W i n t e r sPeter laughed lightly. "Ah. The Marquess often does that to people," he commented. He wasn't sure exactly how to take the comment, and until he knew more about the man's intentions, he wouldn't say much.
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Lady Ruben murmured, "Oh Eduard... I'm beyond trying to woo you, in case you haven't noticed." She unnecessarily motioned to the two men flanking Eduard and holding him there.
"Plus, if you were to scream, your dear... Rosaline, was it? Yes... She will suffer." Lady Ruben chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with victory.((I would totally let the guards lower their guard when Peter actually gets almost raped. As in, naked. Well, basically naked. xD)) L a d y - R o s a l i n e
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:03 pm
"He certainly made me a bit nervous." the man replied, smiling all the same. "I'd never met someone of his status before, seeing how I'm not more than an actor invited by my manager really." he seemed to blush a bit. "Forgive me, my name is Richard. Richard Garen. And you, mi'lady?"
~ ~ ~
Eduard couldn't stop the slight strain in his muscles as he tried to force himself to not react.
But how couldn't he?
In truth, in that very moment, the Marquess could care less about his own situation.
"What have you done to her?" Eduard asked, obvious venom simply dripping from his tone.
Pissed was an understatement.
He didn't care about Ruben's hands on him, didn't care that she had nearly shed off all of the clothes on his upper body, and he certainly didn't care about Ruben's motives.
No...
'Peter's with Beale. Surely he wouldn't have let her stray from his sight... would he?'
(((Hehehe, I figured as much.
So... I created an RP for this guild... took me an hour and a half to do the graphics and get all the text up and such... my brain's kinda dead so I couldn't come up with a good last name for this guy. I'd been wanting to use Richard in the first place... but... yeah... gomen!)))
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