Another RP discussion

((Welcome to the Old Rome. It's a place of happiness as well as horror. It's the year of 64 and Nero is ruling. Most still believe in the Roman gods and Christians are forbidden. Other than that it's just good old Rome.))

Miele woke up when the sunshine hit her face. She sat up and blinked sleepily. "Miss? Do you need anything" a shrill voice asked. Miele looked at her chambermaid, "No, it's fine Salaafie, just tell Voedselia I'd like my eggs sunny-site up this morning". Salaafie nodded, bowed and hurried out the door. Miele slowly sat up, enjoying the sun that shone trough the window onto her face.

Miele wrapped herself in a silkrobe and went into her eatingchamber for breakfast. She ate alone, as usual, pondering about this nights journey trough the other worlds (aka dreaming).

Guinevere woke up in a mountain of gold silk that was her comforter. Her lusty red hair was spread over the many purple swan down pillows in their purple caseings. She yawned and a servent rested a silver platter of breakfest on her lap. It contained fruit and crackers and cheeses.

Miele finished her breakfast and stepped out into her little, privat garden. She sat down on a little stonebench, pondering over tonights ball at the palace.

Guinevere walked out of the guest room made up for her in a lavish gown: http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=h...
She gently bumped into Jake.(Is he a prince?) "My apologies, Sir. I am not inclined to look where I walk." She lifted her eyes to his and winked her long, thick eyelashes at him her eyes sparkling in merriment.

(oh. Nice.)
Guinevere blinked, "Pardon me, but did you just speak of a horse?"

Guinevere's hand fluttered to her heart, "May I accompany you to see your horse?"

Miele strecthed in the bath, smiling. "Miss" a high-pitched voice said, "Miss, it's time to get ready". Miele sighed, but got out of the bath, smelling of lemonoils and fresh springdays. "Okay Salaafie, show me the new wonder" she smiled at the slavegirl. Salaafie was one of the best sewers Miele has ever known, but she wouldn't make clothes for anyone but Miele and her family. The corner's of salaafie's mouth twitched up, "Right here miss" she said and showed Miele into the dressing room. Miele gasped. "It's beautiful" she whispered.

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Guinevere putted his horse, who responded happily nudging her hand for another sugar cube, "Cann't boy. It's my first appearance in Rome at the ball." She walked calmly through the castle.

Guinevere saw Jake decorating as she passed by.

Guinevere shook her delicate head and thought. Men can be so pig-headed. Cannt he see that the young boy hurt his leg and cannt walk around so well. No taste and no class.

Guinevere smiled slightly and went to get ready for the ball.

Guinevere opened her trunk and rummaged through it.

Guinevere picked up the picture of her late husband and sighed.

Guinevere set the picture back in her chest and reached for a richly carved box.

Guinevere opened the box and examined the contents.

Guinevere fingered her mask reverently.

Guinevere tried to find a gown to match.

Guinevere wasnt sure about the lace on the gown.

Miele arrived at the palace. She looked at the white marble and sighed. "Here we go" she mummered to herself. She straightened her back and walked into the palace, head held high.

Guinevere had found the perfect essable. (Shell make and appearance later tonight.)

Miele curtsied to people for what seemed like an endless time. She could feel her stomach rumble and she stopped paying attention to the people she talked to. They were all old men, shallow girls and egocentric boys.

(Once I get to my computor Ill get Guinevere to srrive at the ball. Dont end it without me.)

((No worries, I wont! - Duh, noone's on, so that'll be hard ;D ))

Guinevere walked down the stairs with a stunning mask: http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=h... and dress front: http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=h... Back: http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=h...

(Princely)

Guinevere stepped into the dance hall and upon her fiery red-head was a circlet crown, which was popular to women in those days of royalty. (Circlet: http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=h...

Miele blew a loose strand off hair out of her face. She was exhausted, after all the dancing.

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Miele laughed and shook her head. "I can't Jake" she declared, "I'm simply exhausted. Let us sit, please".

Miele hesitated for a moment, then nodded an took his hand. "I rather enjoy this ball" she said.

Guinevere danced with many a dashing man including the King himself. She had to go through boring coversation and she felt like dying after hearing so many people say how beautiful she is. She waited to gain her escape.

Miele eyed a pretty girl in a purple dress. She looked close to deperate. She tried to catch the girls eye.

Guinevere excused herself and told them that she needed air and she went out the french doors into the courtyard.

Miele smiled at Jake. "Who is that girl Jake?" She asked, "The one in the puple dress?"

Guinevere took a small walk through the yard in her tight corset. She hated the restriction but it was all about assests. She came to the stable and petted Jack.

"I..." Miele was speechless. "My Jake, I'm honoured, but...". She chewed her lip, not knowing what to say. "Jake, my dad already promised me to another man. You know that" she looked at him trough long lashes.

Guinevere smiled at the horse and turned to see the King watching her.

Miele blinked a couple of times, then smiled sadly. "Any other case, and you could Jake Jake" she said softly, "but not this time. I have to marry this guy".

Miele knotted her fist and pounded Jake lightly on the chest. "Jake" she whispered, "Don't". She drew away and looked at him, tears in her eyes. "This has nothing to do with you Jake. But it has everything to do with my family".

Guinevere smiled smoothly as the King steped forward and pinned her against the wall. "By your leave." She said just as Jakes horse pushed the King down and Guinevere made her escape to where Miele stood. She curtsied lightly to Jake since his family was her host.

His father yelled at him telling him that Guinevere would be staying and that it was his horse that would be leaving for not being tamed. The king gently laid his hand on the back of Guineveres back.

Guinevere silently fummed at both of them.

His father ordered some guards to slap him around and grabbed Guineveres wrist and started to drag her away.

Guinevere kicked and fighted him but he was too strong. "Jake!" She yelled despertly.

Guinevere screamed at the top of her lungs as the King pushed her into a empty room. The King slapped her and she sweet talked her way out by saying that the British and French would not be pleased with his actions unless he married her. The King let her go.

Guinevere ventured out into the cortyard and cried softly.

Guinevere glanced at the bruises on her arm and cried anew.

(Your so mean to Guinevere....Meanie. *pouts*)

Guinevere had packed her things. She loaded them onto her stallion.

(Not all pregnant women aspire to be married right after their husband gets killed in a war.)

Guinevere secured her horse and got up on him.

(Im warning you. Shes a flake. A free spirit. If you will.)

She rode throught the stables unhethered.

Miele fumbled with the sleeve of her dress. Sje didn't know how to tell Jake that she simply couldn't marry him. "I need some fresh air" she mummered to herself, and went to the stables. She mounted her horse, Sunstreak, and rode trough the stables.

Guinevere saw Miele and stopped her horse. "Miele is that really you?"