ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ - advanced roleplay discussion

This is an area near the kitchen, in the basement, where the servants get together. Heads of Staff can give announcements here, staff can talk, hang out, whatever.

Jet Steele was walking back from the Training Yard, he was headed to the servants common room so that he could finish up some paperwork, and enjoy a cup of tea at the same time. His hair was freshly braided, his sister had fixed him up right, it felt good to have his hair taken care of properly. She'd wanted to put some braids in his beard, but he had to leave right away, so that opportunity hadn't been given to her.

Maybe next time, Jet was lost in thought as he entered the room, it was mostly empty, so he easily found a place to sit after he poured himself a cup of tea from the side table. Jet relaxed on one of the couches, sipping his tea as he read over the paperwork concerning him getting a cottage for him and his sister to share. It looked fairly simple, because of his taking a cottage instead of sleeping in the guards quarters, he would take a slight dock in pay for payment to the cottage, it would go towards him eventually owning the place though, so he didn't mind. Jet began initialing in the designated spots, and filling in some necessary job information that the form required.

Once that was finished he neatly placed the paperwork on the coffee table before him and leaned back to enjoy his tea and think over his future, the future that now would involve his sister. He never would have thought that they would be reunited, sure he wished, but it never seemed to be reality, until now. Jet planned on talking to her soon about her time away from him, he wanted every detail of the men that had taken her, he had plans on hunting them down and killing each and every one, of course he wasn't going to tell Lorelei that. It would only upset the young girl, and that wasn't something he wanted.

Sorin opened the door to the common room, waited for Mila to enter, then followed in behind her. There was a fellow guard there, Jet, but he was engrossed in his own thing so Sorin didn't pay any attention to the other guard, instead heading over to a side table that had some food and drink on it. "Photography is an admirable career, do you take pictures on your own time now?" The more he knew about her the better, or so he thought. "Me? Well..." Sorin couldn't be truthful here, not with Jet in the room. If he could do anything and not be judged or tried for it, well he would be a Northern rebel with his brother, but not because he believed in their stupid cause, no just so that he was with family again. Sorin cleared his throat, "Maybe I would choose to be a painter or something," Heh he liked painting some, so it was only a half lie, right? "Would you like some of this?" He pointed to some fruit, he already had some piled onto his plate, along with biscuits and sausage.

Mila walked into the common room, noting that a, her sister was no where in sight, and b, there was another guard present. But other than that, there wasn't much to mention. "I don't have anything to take pictures with, but I took some daily back home." Mila explained, thinking back to all the moments she had taken out the camera and had some photo shoots. "A painter? That sounds nice. You look more like a guard to me." Mila told him, saying what was on her mind. Personally, she felt he didn't like painting much, but that was beyond the point. "Yeah I'll take some."She told him after a seconds thought.

Freyja was jittery, restless. The girl--Azalea--was still on her mind as she strode into the room, brows drawn and a frown on her lips. She hoped, very strongly, that it was simply a passing thing and not something too severe. She took a moment to get herself a cup of tea, something to keep her from running back to check on the girls again. She decided that her presence in the room wasn't necessary, as many of the girls had the good sense to be on their best behavior; the attendance of the Dowager Queen made one do so, from Freyja's experience.

The blonde haired woman wandered about the room for a moment, tea in hand. The sight of familiarly stylized braids made her paused in her movement. She, at one point, used to braid her sister's hair that way. Now, she was reserved to short moments of staring in the mirror with similarly done braids and trying to pick out the features of her siblings on her own face to remember them. She sighed wistfully, finger tapping on her cup.

Her new course of direction when she was on the move again was towards Jet. She figured she may as well ask, since it wasn't often she met someone that could pull her siblings to the forefront of her mind ( note: it was really every little thing around her that could bring forth the memory of her siblings, but she's too stubborn to admit that to herself. ) "Who did your braids," she inquired, brow raised and cup lifted for another sip of the herbal tea.

ʀᴇᴅ wrote: "Mila walked into the common room, noting that a, her sister was no where in sight, and b, there was another guard present. But other than that, there wasn't much to mention. "I don't have anything ..."

(He's so going to buy her a camera now >.>)

The fruit looked delectable, the chef's had outdone themselves, as usual. They weren't fed measly scraps like some that served greater wealth, no the palace of Illea took care of its own, thankfully. Sorin glanced to Mila, "Yes well I rather enjoy being a guard if I'm being honest. I've wanted to be one since I was a little boy, thankfully that wish came true," Sorin then began piling some fruit on her plate, then a few other breakfast items before leading the way to a small table off in the corner, he sat on one side and began eating. He finished off a bite of biscuit before speaking again, "So if you were to have, lets say, a camera, would you use it? In your off time I mean? Obviously you couldn't while you were working..." Sorin had gotten himself a glass of juice as well, so he sipped that while he awaited her answer.

sucre'd fiend wrote: "Freyja was jittery, restless. The girl--Azalea--was still on her mind as she strode into the room, brows drawn and a frown on her lips. She hoped, very strongly, that it was simply a passing thing ..."

Jet had already had one cup of tea, he'd returned for another and grabbed himself some biscuits off the sideboard. He was settled back in his seat though reading over a paper that had been on the table in front of him, Jet looked up when a fellow guard swept past him with a young maid. Was that Sorin? He hadn't seen the lad with any female companions before, it was odd to see him with one now. It was good though, one so young should have dates, and romance... most anyway. It was none of his business of course so he returned his eyes to the paper and read the column that someone had written about the Selection being in progress, it didn't have much information, but it mentioned Oliver, and all the pretty girls he was surely overwhelmed with.

Then another person entered the room, Jet had chosen this room because it had been completely empty, now it was apparently the most popular room in the palace, he sighed slightly before returning his eyes to the paper, doing his best to concentrate on the words before him, but failing miserably. Then there was a person standing before him, and he lost all interest in the paper in his hands as his eyes travelled up the body to find a face. It took him a moment to register her words, she was a particularly fine looking woman, Jet blinked, then answered before thinking, "My sister Lorelei, she's pretty adept at braids." Okay now he was going to have to talk to her, he'd engaged in the conversation, there was no going back now. Jet tried to think negatively about it, like he did while talking to most people, but it just wasn't really working for him right then, though he did keep a kind of scowl on his face for reputation sake. (He should ask her to sit, that would be gentlemanly, but he's not really a gentleman sooo....)

"But, she dinna have time to do your beard," Freyja remarked, looking pointedly at the impressive mass of facial hair on his chin, "Did she run out of time, or did you run away?"

At this point, a smirk was hidden well behind her cup. She took another sip before setting her cup down. She lowered herself into the chair closest to her, which she noted wasn't offered to her, but she didn't quite mind. She could really only take so much posturing in a day. "My brothers couldn't sit still long enough for me to finish their braids." A shrug, another smirk, and she was idly tracing the scar on her face one again.

"I'm forgetting my manners; I'm Freyja."

"There just wasn't time, I had to get to the guards room to pick up some paperwork, and she had to get to work for the Swendway diplomat," He answered easily, then caught himself, making an effort to be quiet, there was no reason to talk to this girl, she was not his concern, nor was she an acquaintance of his. Still, he was interested, and as she sat he wondered about the scar on her face, it didn't take away from her beauty, if anything, in his opinion, it only added to it. But surely there was a story there, and it made him curious, he held off on asking though, it just didn't seem right since they barely knew one another.

"You braid then?" He asked her, surprised that she braided her brothers hair as well, it didn't seem too common around Illea, though she had a slightly different accent, so maybe this was not her homeland? She introduced herself, "Freyja," He tried the name out on his own lips, "I am called Jet, Jet Steele." He nodded by way of greeting, and acknowledging her, it was a stiff gesture, but he was trying. Jet lifted his tea cup to his lips and took a sip, the mellow tea slid down his throat, still very warm. After setting the tea cup back down on the table between them he looked her over once more, not in a weird way, but more of in an appreciative manner.

Something about the sight of a man such as Jet settled down in a chair drinking what looked like tea was comical enough to keep a constant smirk on Freyja's face. She, of course, didn't voice this and pretended to ignore his inspection of her appearance. She couldn't quite hold him at fault, since she was also doing her fair share of ogling. He was, to be frank, much like the men she and her sister would giggle and joke about. The kind of man her fiancé had been. The bitter note rang true, and she chased down it down with more tea.

"Aye, I braid," she stated, expression smug, "Been doing it since I could hold a knife and walk. While family braided, they did. A tradition, really. Not much like the ones here." And by here, she meant the country of refuge. While she didn't care for much of Illean culture, she couldn't hold it against them. The country as a whole was a sanctuary she'd chosen to take place in.

"Swendway, aye? I've a sister over there."

Active listening meant you held eye contact and reacted to what they said, meaning you cared about not only what they were saying, but why they were saying it. Now, Mila isn't always going to look at you, and she's not always going to nod her head, and Mila is most definitely not always going to care, but this time she was. Her eyes were focused on the various foods, glad he was helping her with it. She continued to listen to him as he spoke, thinking it was awfully adorable that he'd wanted to do this since he was a young boy. She followed him over to the table, sliding into her seat and remembering her mother. "Always sit up straight and mind your manners. You never know who will be watching." She wondered if those words mattered now. If someone was watching, and she had to keep up with her manners. Deciding to care at least a little, Mila picked up a fork, picking up a piece of fruit with it. She watched as Sorin took a bite of his biscuit, and in turn, took a bite of the fruit, listening to the following sentence.

"Oh yes, definitely." Mila answered after swallowing down her fruit. "Every day. There's just so many things you could take pictures of." She told him, taking another bite of her fruit.

(Please don't hate me if my posts suck, I'm exhausted)

Jet wondered what the young maiden was thinking, her eyes said that she was thoughtful, which made his wish he could read minds. She had a sort of curious look about her, like she knew something he didn't, it nagged at him a little and he almost asked her what was on her mind, then thought better of it and kept his mouth shut. Honeslty he couldn't believe he was even having a normal conversation with a woman, he hadn't done that in a long time. Sure he'd slept with several over the years, but that's all they did, they went to bed, did their business, and that was that.

She told him a little about herself, which was nice, at least he had better insight as to who she was, kind of. "Well my sister didn't choose to be over there," He muttered bitterly, but that wasn't something that she probably cared about. Jet cleared his throat and sighed, "We're from an island far from here, no name really," He shrugged easily and watched her reactions to his words, "But we're here now so...." Jet wasn't sure if she'd want to hear of his story so he didn't offer it, plus he was a private man, he didn't just tell his life to anyone. "Perhaps you and Lorelei could exchange words sometime? Maybe braid or something...May I ask what your position is here?" It was obvious he was a guard, but it wasn't obvious what she did.





ʀᴇᴅ wrote: "Active listening meant you held eye contact and reacted to what they said, meaning you cared about not only what they were saying, but why they were saying it. Now, Mila isn't always going to look ..."


The biscuit was buttery and flaky in his mouth, it was an amazing taste on his tongue. He drank some of his drink, thinking over her words. So she would use a camera then? He would look into buying her one perhaps, would that be weird though? Maybe he would buy it and anonymously leave it in front of her door or something... that would be better perhaps since they didn't know each other that well. Sorin thought over that as he ate a bit more, "Have you ever been horse back riding then?" He asked her, still wanting to learn more about her, as much as possible in fact. She seemed a bit shy, but he was hoping to draw her out, to get her to talk some about herself, maybe he could learn of her likes and dislikes, it would help him not to make mistakes as he progressed his interest in her.

"Governess," was her proud reply, "Bet you've never seen one so scary as I." She followed this remark with a snort and a toothy grin. Scary was one word used to describe her. Intimidating was another, but those were words that she'd become accustomed to. Since her arrival, that is. They'd taken on a slightly different conotation in the palace, as opposed to the jovial, joking, or complimentary tone they may have once had before. She wasn't sure if she should comment on his sister's situation. Being dragged from one's home is never fun, or to be taken lightly.

A dark shadow over her thoughts, the smile nearly left her lips. She had to move away from the topic of forsaken lands and misplaced people; it was too dangerous a place for her mind to wander. "I could certainly do with more company. I'll have to find her, or you could point her out to me." Another smile, and she ventured back to happier things.

Fruit. Mango, to be exact. Which was weird, considering that mangos didn't really grow around here, and she wondered how they had gotten them to be so... so, perfect. But, she wasn't about to ask a stupid question. Besides, why ask a question when Sorin had that completely covered on his own. In fact, just as Mila was taking another bite he asked yet another question. Horseback riding. Mila enjoyed it, but didn't do it much back in Russia. That, and she wasn't very good at controlling horses. "Yes I have. I haven't been much, and to be honest I kind of suck, but it's nice. Why do you ask? Some sort of horseback riding dork or are you just someone who enjoys it enough to mention?" Mila was opening up a bit more, but much like a door, she opened and closed.

Scary? I don't think she's scary one bit, I wonder where she got that from, or who thinks such a thing... Jet thought to himself, he didn't let on what he was thinking though, not wanting to offend her or something in case she was proud of what people thought of her. Freyja was an interesting character indeed and he found himself wanting to learn more about her, of course that would take a lot of time since he wasn't so good at socializing and what not. Jet arranged the papers in his lap, mostly to just give his hands something to do, he was slightly nervous.

"Governess? I can see that suiting you, so I'm sure you have your hands full with the Selected," Jet wouldn't wish that job on anyone, taking care of 35 girls, making sure they were prepped and trained to perhaps be the next queen, yeah no thank you. He was happy being a guard, and just protecting the people and what not. He nodded his head toward her, "Of course, I can introduce the two of you sometime if you're interested. I am sure my sister would enjoy the company as well, she's new here and doesn't know many people as of yet."

Freyja seemed like the type of person Lorelei would click with, of course knowing his luck they'd both start wanting to do his braids and hounding him about women, bossing him around, hmm maybe this wasn't the best idea, he already had one bossy female on him. Though he was gruff, well Jet honestly enjoyed the attention from his sister, glad to have a family member in his life once more, and he was quite enjoying himself with Freyja even if he didn't outwardly show it.



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The food was fast disappearing from Sorin's plate, he ate a lot for someone his size, but he had a fast metabolism and well work definitely made him hungry. His mother quite often said that he could easily eat her out of house and home, and that was probably true. He ate the last bit of his fruit and then settled back in his chair, drinking from his cup as he watched Mila. She started to respond to his latest query, and he paid close attention to her words, wanting to learn if she truly liked it or not, but he couldnt' really tell. A chuckle left his mouth, "I'm not a horse dork as you say, but I do enjoy a ride now and again. I was thinking perhaps we could go sometime, if you would be interested in such a thing, a picnic too? Maybe?" Well that was bold, but Sorin was feeling brave, so why not reach out and see what would happen?

Freyja found that speaking of herself was not so tedious a task with Jet. Often times, she'd simply defer to speaking of her family and comparing those talking to her to them until they left her to her own devices once again. Now, she didn't quite feel the need to do so. It was, to say the least, refreshing to have a genuine conversation with someone she wasn't lecturing. Though, she wondered how she'd even landed the position of governess, considering her not so lady-like background.

"Aye," she murmured, the last syllable pulled out in a drawl, "One of em already ran out of the room after meeting with the prince; looked like she was going to faint." She shook her head, a few strands of hair falling from the wrappings of braids on her head. "I swear, they try far too hard to impress him." Then again, what girl wouldn't try to seem impressive in the sight of a boy, let alone a prince? Freyja could very well be counted as one such girl, but that would have been a few years ago.

On the topic of his sister, she felt she could relate. While she had been with someone she loved, even for a short while, she'd felt isolated. A language she didn't speak and customs she didn't know of. It was tough, especially once she was truly on her own. "Well, now she has you and soon I," she remarked, smiling just a touch wider, "She wilna be lonely for long."

From the sound of it she'd already had quite an exciting morning, fainting girls were not Jet's forte, he hoped his sister hadn't gone to be such a frail thing. They hadn't spent that much time together, so he wasn't sure yet. Jet was the type of guy that didn't put up with nonsense, and unless the girl had been dehydrated, severely injured or starving, well there was no excuse for such a thing. Jet was a hard ass and may no pretenses of otherwise, everyone knew that he didn't take crap, and didn't allow others to act like fools. Of course these were pampered little girls, most of them, so he couldn't really say much to them. If he ever had a daughter she would know how to handle a sword as well as any man, and she would be as tough as one too, none of these dramatics.

Freyja didn't seem like the type to just go about fainting though, he really hoped that she was tougher than most the palace girls, otherwise that would be sorely disappointing. "Yes she does have me, I'll never let her be taken from my side again," The tone was fierce and bold, he was passionate about family, and he was slightly over protective of his sister now that she was back at his side. "I am glad we happened upon one another Lady Freyja, I do hope that the two of you get along well," His blue eyes shined just a bit, with interest and something else. "May I ask you something.... forward?" Jet didn't really wait for her response, mostly because he didn't want her to get scared and run off, "Would you have dinner with us tonight? Perhaps after you're done with the Selected, because I am sure you still have all of that to deal with before days end."

To be completely honest, Mila ate very little. She has a small stomach, eating only a little and becoming full. While Mila wasn't picky with what tastes good, she is picky when eating, often leaving pieces behind. Like the mango. There were small remains on the plate, along with pieces of anything else he had gotten her, and then there was a still mainly untouched biscuit. She was looking at Sorin, holding a glass of water in her hand. He had asked another question, but this one was different. As if, he was asking her... on a date. Not that there was an problem with such an attractive guy asking her out, she just hadn't see it coming. Usually things only escalated quickly when she made them. But this was something else. "Yeah, that sounds nice." She told him, smiling a bit as she began to sip on her water.

The dangerous note his tone had taken at the mention of never leaving his sister had Freyja regarding him that much more carefully. He was, to say the least, interesting, and that just made him so much more interesting. She could understand the need to protect one's kin so fiercely. It'd been something she exhibited quite often, and now she could only show a disconnected version of it. She wondered why she hadn't tried harder to persuade her siblings over here, but she suspected it had much to do with the fact that she didn't think it would serve them well in this environment.

She glanced down at her cold tea, forgotten between her fingers in her conversation and observations. What he said next, what he asked her, had her looking up again. With surprise, with a pleased little exhale to show her delight at the proposition. She liked his being forward, really. It meant that he was interested in her, and when was the last time someone had done so other than to tell her that she frightened them, made them think twice about some of the things they did on a daily basis.

"Yes," she replied after pretending to think about it for a moment, "And I have to say, I quite like your being forward."

that sounds nice the words that Mila had just spoken sent Sorin's heart going just a bit faster and he had the sudden urge to grin like a fool, instead he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from embarrassing himself, he was a guard after all. And after watching Jet now and then with the girl he was speaking with, the calmness and strictness that seemed to be about him, well Sorin wanted to be just as sturdy and steadfast. "Tomorrow then? Or is that too soon? When do you have time for a picnic? I can ask for the afternoon off," Sorin tried to not sound too excited but might have failed, one could tell he was rather happy about this new turn of events and couldn't wait to go on the picnic and horse back ride with the girl in front of him.

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Jet felt nerves start to settle in more so as there was an awkward silence between him and Frejya, she was thinking over his proposal, you wouldn't know he was stressed about her answer though by his calm, collected face, and easy posture like he hadn't a care in the world. He noticed that the younger guard was looking his way, but then Sorin glanced quickly away and Jet wondered what was going on over there. He knew the young lad was shy and a bit withdrawn, but he didn't think he was too shy.

She answered, and Jet found himself almost, ALMOST, smiling, sort of a pre-smile was going on, and he nodded. "Thank you lady Frejya, I find it better to be upfront with a person, rather than skirting around the bush or whatever it is they say, or lying. Things are smoother with bluntness and honesty," Jet noticed that they both hadn't touched their teas in sometime, that surely showed that they were indeed enjoying one anothers company. "I have enjoyed your company, but I must go, I'm supposed to meet my sister at our cottage, but we will see you later on tonight, yes?" He stood, giving her a small, formal bow and then watched her carefully, wondering how she felt about their interaction.

Freyja took note of the smile, or rather, the smile that could have been and how much she might have liked to see it. Jet, as if were, didn't seem like one willing to be totally expressive, and she had no qualms with that. It made him just a touch more mysterious and what was a person without a little intrigue? She supposed she could have been quite a bit less open.

"Yes, indeed," she replied, standing and giving him a curtsy, "I look forward to tonight." She, now, did enough smiling for the both of them. There was, though, that small thing of his calling her Lady. While she understood that it had been meant to be something of respect, but she'd never be used to it.

"And please," she began, locking eyes with him, "Just Freyja is fine."

He seemed excited. Perhaps the way a child is on Christmas Day, waking up and understanding they will be recieving a ton of gifts. Except, it was not Christmas, he wasn't getting any gifts, and was no child. Instead, he was a man, on a normal day, discussing when to go out for what Mila called a date. "Tomorrow sounds just fine."She told him, setting down the glass. She felt like adding more, but didn't really want to say much more. Ps he wanted to. tell him that she didn't mind missing work, so she'd go whenever he wanted, and she wanted to say a bunch more things, but she didn't. Instead, she stayed shut, peeled of a chunk or her biscuit, and smiled at him before she popped it in her mouth.

The curtsy was not lost on Jet, she was so regal, and beautiful, strong, he could see it. If others missed that, well shame on them, and it was their loss because Jet thought she was everything a woman should be, at least thus far. Her words surprised, yet pleased him when she said that he could call her Freyja, that made things a bit more personal. He wasn't personal with many people besides the men in the guards, they were his brethren, there was no being formal with them.

"I appreciate that, you may call me Jet as well," He replied, walking out of the room with her, "I'm sure you have a busy day ahead. I hope it is a pleasant one, I do look forward to seeing you tonight, Freyja," He gave her a small smile, which was big for the guard, and then took his leave of her, slipping out a side door and into the yard. He made his way down beside the stables and towards his home, intent on seeing his sister and discussing the dinner plans to include one more, with Freyja. He was going to talk to her about the woman he just shared time with, and tell her how he thought that they would make friends.

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Jet stood and bowed to the lady in question, and Sorin was a bit flabbergasted, he was never this way. Sorin's wide eyes swiveled back to Mila and he tried not to ponder the going ons of the older guy, it was none of his business after all. "Good," He replied to his table mate, wondering if she was as excited about the outing as he was. Sorin couldn't really tell, then she smiled at him before putting food in her mouth and he couldn't help the grin that returned to his own face. "Tomorrow then. Is there any particular food or dessert that is your favorite?" He would ask Chef Owen to make the food that she loved best, the chef was one of Sorin's friends and would help him out if he asked him to.

Mila continued to carefully chew her food, listening as Sorin replied. Truthfully she felt he seemed very nice, and not the fake nice, no the genuine nice that most people didn't usually have. Mila already knew what she liked, she was just embarrassed to say. "Oh, I um," Mila paused, looking down into the glass of water. " I'm more of a breakfast person I guess? My favorite food is pancakes... But, I do like cake."She added the last part, not wanting to ruin any ideas that he had. After all, what kind of person loved pancakes enough to say they were her favorite food. Mila. A person like Mila loved pancakes enough. But she was also very fond of cake, mainly because one night she and her sister had thrown some at each other and long story short, Mila learned she loved cake. Hence the reason she loved pancakes.

The look on her face was priceless, you would of thought he'd asked her to name off every city in Illea instead of simply asking what her favorite food was. It took everything in Sorin to hold back a chuckle, he settled for a reassuring smile instead. Finally she answered, and he was a bit surprised if he was being honest. But it was a food that he could easily have packed up so he gave her an approving look, "I'll make sure both are packed for our little adventure tomorrow Mila," Mila, her name felt good on his lips, and he realized he wanted to say it again, but didn't, because that would just be weird. "As well as juice, water and maybe some cheese. It will probably be little cakes, but still cakes nonetheless. Any flavor of cake in particular?" Sorin was just gazing at her by this point, his drink was gone, as well as his food.

Mila, her name sounded good in his voice, making her want him to say it again, but he didn't, because that would just be weird. And thankfully, he wasn't the weird type. Mila had had her experience with many boys, though she kept the weird ones away. If you were weird, she didn't want to know about it. Unless you were weird in the good way. But there wasn't many people like that. Mila found herself wondering what Sorin was really like. After all, this could all be an act. Maybe he was just being nice because there had been another guard in the room, and he had some sort of reputation to uphold. Or perhaps, he was your classic attractive pervert, sneaking young women into bed by luring them in with picnics and cakes. But Mila kind of doubted it. It was too genuine. He seemed to be legitimately kind. And good-looking.

"Hm?" Mila snapped back to reality, forgetting all about a shirtless Sorin luring her into bed with a plate of pancakes. "Flavor? I like vanilla.." Mila had to admit, she was pretty basic when it came to favorites. Sometimes people decided to tell her that they thought she was weird because she liked original flavors. Of course, Mila thought that was stupid. "The weird one is obviously you, thinking you can actually make a dent in my mind with your words. Who do you think you are anyway, talking to me like a friend? Go back to your life as a useless paper clip." Long story short, Mila hates when someone tries to call her anything negative. Because a) what did she do to you, and b) she's not up for your shit.

Luca walked into the servants common room and flopped down into one of the chairs and leaned back, resting the back of her head resting onto her arms that were folded behind. Her uniform covered most of her tattoos, apart from the ones of on her fingers. But there was still an air about her that just yelled out her personality. Maybe it was her wide hazel eyes that were filled with a certain mischief, or maybe it was her wild untamed black mop of hair that fell into her eyes. Whatever it was, a lot of people could agree on something, she was a twent-year old maid that acted like a nine year old on a sugar rush.

Ophelia was, to say the least, lost in a world of her own once again. Her eyes were glazed over in that usual dreamy stare, lips parted with a sigh. The current delusion that filled her vision was clearly something pleasant by the turning up of her lips and the soft giggle that slipped past her teeth. It evaporated upon her entrance into the common room designated for servants, but her smile remained. The medicine she'd been informed to take was somewhat effective, which was why she was even having delusions. They lingered beneath the prescription until it was just before the allotted time for the next dose.

Her gaze flitted around the room as she released her hair temporarily from the bun that had held it up. She'd fix it again later, as it had been coming undone anyways. She wanted to be presentable, should she find someone willing to sweep her off her feet. That was something Ophelia often dreamed of: someone to call her own prince charming. Watching the selected girls flit about in their pretty dresses and conspiring smiles excited that dream further, in hopes that she may be blessed with finding the perfect match without having to go through such a long and drawn out process.

Her attention fell on another dark haired maid, eyes dropping to the ink lacing her fingers. "Those are pretty," she remarked, though she wasn't sure if the girl would hear her from her spot by the counter. Her voice held wispy, dreaming notes and she had been told often enough that she should speak a little louder.

Luca looked up at the girl and winked, "I know they're awesome, aren't they?" She chuckled and ran her hands through her hair but her fingers got stuck in the mess of tangles that was on her head. She could say she was pleasantly surprised, as this maid was one of the first to actually strike up a conversation, it was rather refreshing. Deciding to take this talking business further as her boredom would start to consume her and then make her make rash decisions. So she stood up and waited until she was balanced enough before walking over.

"I've seen you around before, but I just usually guess people's names. Rose? Olivia?" She asked and looked over the blonde who was a stunner by the looks of it, but there was something in her eyes, that told Luca to be careful. Which would be difficult, since Luca was never careful, ever, apart from when she was with her mother and younger siblings who all looked up to her even with her fits of anger and dyslexia which was one of the many causes of her fits of anger.

"Ophelia," she corrected, brows furrowing. She wasn't used to someone guessing her name. There was, it seemed, some unspoken rule that she either be known or overlooked so completely that people would be surprised to see her. Most assumed that she was just a pretty little maid with nothing in her head--they may be partially right--but she was slightly brighter than she seemed. "I don't believe I've seen you around."

Though, if she had seen the dark haired girl before, she suspected she wouldn't have forgotten it. Her hair was unruly, likely tangled, and her eyes wide with some sort of brewing trouble. "It's nice to speak with you." She stuck her hand out, gaze never leaving the girl's face. Or, well, the space just behind the girl.

She ought to take her medicine, Ophelia reckoned. But, this was a very small part of her that thought this. The majority of her mind, while occupied with conversation still, had concocted yet another vision of pleasant air for her to lock on to, but she didn't have much of response to it at that point. She'd likely be paying more attention to it than the girl, any moment not.

"Ophelia, nice! I'm Luca!" She grinned and took her hand in a gentle grip. Another thing that people mistook about Luca, they thought she was some firm tomboy, which was partially true, she was a tomboy but she was rather gentle, graceful even. She stared at the the girls eyes and then looked behind her then raised an eyebrow. "You alright, girly?" She asked and a grin spread itself across her face making her eyes light up and making the mischief in them shine more brightly. This girl was odd, but Luca liked odd, it meant that she was special not like the rest, little did she know how different this girl was. But she would soon find out, hopefully.

ʀᴇᴅ wrote: "Mila, her name sounded good in his voice, making her want him to say it again, but he didn't, because that would just be weird. And thankfully, he wasn't the weird type. Mila had had her experience..."

(Omgsh luring her to his bed XD that can happen )

Sorin's eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, he sighed, it was time to go, he had to go make another round before it got too late. "Vanilla it is Mila, I'm sorry but I must get back to work. But our time together has been enjoyable, I do look forward to taking you out tomorrow," He grinned at her, kind of shy like before standing and giving her a slight bow, "Until tomorrow," Sweet Mila, I will think of you throughout the day, he thought to himself, not wanting to freak her out with his words, Sorin then took his leave, going towards the hallway so that he could get to his post and continue with his rounds. Sorin was going on a date, with a girl, his brother would be so proud. Cato.. the brother that was a traitor, the one he'd probably never see again, but sometimes Sorin liked to pretend they were still best friends, just little boys, innocent and free of the worlds troubles, Sorin disappeared, lost in his own thoughts.

Ophelia blinked, as if snapping out of a daze. The smile on her face drooped slightly, before lifting back up in full force as she dropped her hand from Luca's. "Yes, I'm quite alright," she replied, nodding her head, "Nothing to worry about." She blinked again, a little slower than before. She must have seemed odd, as she usually did. That was why most people tended to avoid her.

"So, how has your day been," she asked, figuring she might as well make small talk.

Luca grinned and nodded. "Awesome! I'm glad, I hate worrying, it gives me blisters on my fingers." She said and chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of her neck. "My day's been good so far, I think I madea new friend, well my first friend. I also managed to sweep the steps and not fall on my face while jammin' out as well." She laughed lightly and dropped her hands to her sides as they had been in her hair trying to fix it to it's tidy state, in which it never was and was rarely ever seen.

"That's good," Ophelia remarked, trying to keep a steady focus on Luca. Really, though, the person behind her was beginning to make absurd faces and she was just a hair's breadth away from laughter. That was the problem with many of her delusions: they wished her no good. The ones that would come back to her would only be there to get her into some sort of trouble; anything to see her tears. She didn't want to sully this conversation with an outburst, and she was sure laughing at the figment of her imagination behind Luca wasn't something that would be looked upon kindly.

"Blisters?" How did one get blisters from worrying? Her delusions usually kicked themselves up a notch when she was worried or stressed. They've come in droves and leave rarely until she'd taken her medicine and calmed down. Which was what she should be doing now. She could feel a gravitational pull towards the cabinet that housed her medicine away from the general populace of the palace.

Amira burst into the servant's common room, giving a nice, long, dramatic pose before walking into the room, hips swaying with each step. Amira smiled. She trully was amazing, wasn't she? She walked over to a small chair, and collapsed into it, heaving a huge sigh. Surprisingly enough, all this had been done without Amira even intending it. She supposed after doing it for a while it had become habit, but it was a habot that had its uses. She closed her eyes, savoring the relaxation after a long few days of preparing for the selection. She leaned her head back and stared up at the ceiling, completely forgetting about the world around her for the time being.

Esme was happy to finally get a moment to herself. She'd never thought being a ladies maid would mean actual work, but the ladies apparently weren't the brightest lights, and needed far too much done for them. She'd been prepared for the worst when Killian finally decided to let her go on mission to the palace, but looking around, it was basically a cakewalk. Everyone had their own little job and they did it without any problem. She thought their might at least be some employees around to grumble about the king or queen, but everyone was pleasant, and that made Esme particularly bored with the whole thing. She needed something exciting, but that didn't seem to be in the job description. Esme had taken her break in the servant common room, where she laid herself out on a long couch, the back of her head cushioned by a pillow that was far too plush for a rebel child, but she liked it. She'd grabbed the nearest magazine, which held an article inside Which Selected Girl Are You? the title blazed, and Esme couldn't resist but drag a pencil across the pages as she answered the questions. So far? She was a Renesme, but then the door flung open and sense angled her eyes over to see another rebel walking in, of course she couldn't address her that way, but she could roll her eyes at how dramatically the girl sat down and let out her long sighs "Dramatic, much?" She asked in a sarcastic tone, flipping the magazine page to get to part two of the quiz.

Tommorow, oh how Mila wished it would come sooner. She was a bit surprised to find herself wanting to spend more time with him so soon. She usually didn't like people much, or spend much time with someone whom she had known for such a small amount of time, but here she was, doing just that. Mila nodded as he apologized for having to go and return to work, but she did too. "I should probably go back to making the banister shine." She said softly, watching as he got up. And then he was gone. Mila sat there for a moment, thinking about whether or not she should tell her sister, but she decided to hold off for now. And with that thought, Mila stood up herself, discarding anything left on the table before returning back to do her work.

((I was just closing this scene up with Leena that i never got around to))

Amira both inwardly and outwardly smiled as she heard a reaction from a girl nearby. Without even opening her eyes, Amira continued to recline in the chair. "Mwa? Dramatic? That would be an understatement dear." She said, only a slight tinge of accent tainting her otherwise heavenly voice. Opening her eyes, Amira glanced at the girl, suddenly recognizing her as the leader's sister. Not that it would change how she adressed her anyway. She turned her attention to the magazine in her hands, and smiled. "Honestly dear, your getting your gossip from a magazine? I... Know... Some men who are much more informative, given the right... Incentive." Amira said, wondering what this girls reaction would be. "Care for a few names?" She added, just because she was feeling especially bored. One of Amira's favorite ways to figure people out was to tease them, and she hadnt had the opportunity to do that for quite a while.

Esme quirked a brow as the woman started to recline in her chair. That was, different, but she was being dramatic again, so she just rolled her eyes for a second time and went back to her magazine, answering another question in the useless quiz, but then Amira brought up types of sources and the men that she, well, romanced to get information for their cause. Esme admired her for what she did, she hated the girls that talked about how despicable with was to work like Amira did. She just wanted to know where the downside was of sleeping with powerful, hot men AND getting information for the rebels. Esme let out a soft laugh "It's a quiz actually, I'm finding out which selection girl I'm most like. So far I'm a Renesme... Cute right?" She asked, but of course she didn't expect an answer. Her brow quirked when Amira offered to give her names "If you're offering to share your sources...I won't say no to giving out incentives..." She said casually, circling B for her next answer, since she was definitely an Autumn.

Amira noticed the girl's eyebrow quirk, and although she was a little dissapointed at the lack of reaction, but shrugged it off. Now it was Amira's turn to raise her perfectly tweezed brow. "Which selected? Why, you placing bets on the one most like you dear?" She asked, laughing afterwards. "Trust me dear, your far too inexperienced for my reccomendation list." She said, a little egotistically, though it was true. Getting a duke to fall head over heels wasnt something easily accomplished, especially with her heae maid cover up. "I hear there's been some pretty interesting girls." Amira said. Althougn it could easily be taken as gossip by any onlookers, and with Amira nearby there was sure to be many, but to another rebel, it would sound like she had some good information on some of them. Or at least she hoped. It simply wouldn't do to start a random conversation here with Esme. She had places to be and men to flirt with. This thought made Amira smile a little bit. "Busy busy busy..." She murmured to herself, furthering her own amusement.

Esme let out a loud sigh and dropped her magazine onto her chest when Amira talked in her pompous tone of voice "Oh god, this is why no one likes you Amira. That goddamn arrogance. There are plenty of men that would rather have young and spunky rather than...well, you. So please, if we're going to chat, hold the arrogance." She said, closing her eyes softly. She didn't need to work with anyone on this mission, she could to it all on her own. She didn't need to collaborate or to have help from Amira, she was plenty independent "Oh yes, they all have dazzling personalities and are head over heels for the prince. It's fantastic." Esme said in a dry tone, trying not to give up any of her information. Why should she, she basically had more influence than Amira did, anyway, since Killian had such a high station.

Amira smiled a little. This girl had spunk, something she definitly admired, not that she would say it aloud. "Me dear? Arrogant? I'm not arrogant dear, I'm simply better then everyone else." She said, laughing at her own joke. She stood, and moved over next to Esme, putting her face next to her ear. "You may be the leader's daughter back there, but here? Dear, your just my employee." She whispered, not so much as a threat, but more so that the girl didn't get overly confident. After all, there was only room for so much ego in the palace, and Amira had a large claim. Continuing on as if Esme hadn't even spoke, Amira plopped back into her chair, one leg hanging over the arm. "I hear that some are very, passionate, about helping lower castes." Amira hinted. She hadn't gotten exact names yet, but she probably would next time she spoke with Ebony.

Amira inwardly sighed a little. She really did have to get back to helping cleaning and whatnot. It was dreadfully boring, but she couldnt risk losing her position as head maid over something like her procrastination. This time, she sighed aloud, and pushed herself out of her chair. "Well, I've got work to do dear, see you around." She said, giving her a little grin. And with a wave of her hand, Amira briskly left the servant's common room, walking down the hall.

(( *shudders* Ew some of my older RP posts are here those gross excuses for posts with my gross excuse for a head maid literally cannot wait to kill her and have May take her place >.> ))

Cole stumbled into the servant's common room, glad to find it empty. After all, if people were there, he definitely couldn't take his nap, but if he didn't get some sleep soon-- or at least some relaxation-- He might just collapse. A new selection meant rushed maids, careless mishaps, and a tendency to forget about taking care of yourself. To be honest, if it wasn't his job, Cole wouldn't really be in a position totell other people to take better care of themselves considering his lack of consideration for his own body. There were many a time when he had stayed up most if not all of the night, doing paperwork or filling in for an absent employee. Not to mention, when you're a palace nurse, if you have to be on call at any given moment.

Stumbling onto a small couch, Cole almost instantly began to fall asleep, leaning his head against the couch as he slumped into the cushion. "Just 5 minutes..." He mumbled to himself, not really sure if it was an excuse or a promise. Probably the former.

He must had fallen asleep for a little bit, for in the next instant Cole felt something warm on his head. Still sleepy, Cole's eyes fluttered open a little slowly, taking a moment to register the beautiful woman before him. But the moment he finally did realize that someone was beside him, and a lady no less, he instantly stumbled to his feet, although his eyes were still half closed and he was partially leaning against the couch. "Good day madam... I... I'm Cole... It's a pleasure to meet you... miss..." He mumbled, giving a sort of mini bow before returning to his position leaning against the couch. "How may I be of service?" Even though Cole had gained a little bit of focus, his eyes, voice, and general composure easily gave away exactly how exhausted he was.