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Old 06-12-2011, 05:59 AM

Name: Lady Farah D'Aubigne

Family: The lord and lady D'Aubigne, and an older brother who is the heir to the viscount's lands. Also, she has two younger sisters who have a smaller dowery than her's. Being the eldest daughter, she has the greatest dowery to hopefully get her into a better family and provide a way for matches for the rest of her siblings. She knows her duty and will carry it out.

Age: 17

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Pets: The above horse, Nighta, and a spaniel named Roger that she loves and has sleep on her bed with her.

Likes: Rain. The woods outside of her birth home, Dissay, and fresh picked lavender.

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The woods outside glistened with a sheen that meant that the air outside was bright and soft, just to Farah's liking. When she was alone with her tiring woman, she would often lament openly that she wanted to be outside riding on her horse rather than inside. But, ever since she reached her adulthood, she had lost the privilege of getting her skirts and boots good and muddy during a ride through the grass and around the trees, but she had gotten used to her more numerous lessons about being a lady and the lady of a noble house most importantly. Her father had every hope that he would marry his eldest daughter off to a higher lord, gaining great power and respect for his home. If she married high enough, than her siblings would have all sorts of opportunities to have good spouses. She would be glad if her brother Raoul would get a good wife from her own match...he was a year older than her, but his potential matches had been less than ideal due to their lesser house.

As Camille brushed Farah's long hair out, she saw the golden brown strands that would captivate any man that she wished to grab, but they both knew that her lady could only reach out to one man in particular. All of the men of the village could wish her attentions; however, the lady knew that her duty was to her house and to the will of her father. Though she longed to ride, to gallop over the fields upon her strong horse, she knew that she would only be allowed to sit with her stitchery and her household to run. That was her place in life. Her gown, a soft green with gold trim, was well-brushed and aired out for the morning event. Her father had told her that she would be meeting her potential suitor, if the details could be ironed out. Sweet or evil, a gentleman or a rogue, she didn't have any choice but to marry whom her father chose. However, she didn't have to like it internally.

With a soft smile, Camille pulled her waist-length hair into a net at the back of her lady's hair, so beautifully framing her petite face. Farah didn't really enjoy the tightness. However, she was expected to wear her hair in the most fashionable way possible. She knew that today was the day, but she lacked the excitement that should have been within her at the thought of meeting her intended. Knowing that she was only doing what must be done, she shook off the worry and thoughts of whether he could be kind or evil, then slipped down the stairs to await her summons into the hall.

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Old 06-13-2011, 03:13 AM

Name: Prince Francois Babineaux
Age: 19
Family: His parents had been trying to find a family that would wed their daughter off for their eldest son of five. No one had ever taken their offers except for one family who'd needed their title. The D'Aubigne's are giving their eldest daughter away to wed their son, the dowery she had pleased the family, but it didn't please Francios. Would he ever come to love someone he's forced to marry?
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Dislikes: Being bothered and loud noises.
Likes: Reading books, quiet, horseback riding.

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Francois had been woken early. Today he was to meet his betrothed, that had him in a fowl mood. His family wouldn't let him have a minute to himself, the only time he had to himself was one of his morning rides. No matter how many etiquette classes he took, no matter how many times his parents forebode him to go out for his rides. This was his time and he wasn't going to lose it, not now, not ever. He put on his soft brown leather riding suit and matching boots with their soft soles. As he walked out to the stables he thought about the little information he knew about his brides family. He knew that she had an older brother, that she has a younger sister with some potential, but right now he only worried about the woman he had to marry, would he love her enough to pretend to love her? He shook his head as if it would dismiss all of his prodding thoughts about today's afternoon meeting.

Before he could make it out of the stables and go on his much needed ride his father called out his name. He silently cursed himself for not leaving much sooner. "Yes father?" He called up to one of the open windows that his father was hanging out of. He was still dressed in his nightgown.

"I hope you're just getting back, we have to make our meeting with your brides family. Hurry inside and let Thomas take care of you" He said as he retreated back into the interior of their castle. The outside of their castle looked inviting and warm, the smooth rocky edges of the walls, the dark brown drawbridge in contrast with the soft gray of the stone walls and the iron holders for the gauntlets that would be lit at night. But right now this castle looked very cold to him, he hated every step he took back towards it he loathed. He decided on wearing a soft velvety red suit with gold lining and black shoes, brushing his hair in a respectable manner. He was ready to leave, he would be a gentleman today, he would be a gentleman during their wedding. He would bite his tongue and do the best he could.

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Old 06-13-2011, 03:41 AM

[They're going to look like Christmas...green and red! Oh, and her brother isn't married yet.]

She had planned to stay there and wait for the servant that would fetch her, but a different one informed her that the Prince had yet to enter the castle or even be seen close to it. In her apprehension and curiosity, she was up far too early and had gotten dressed and prepared in no time flat. Her small amount of rouging was already done, and she figured that there would be no one calling for her for several hours at least. So, rather, she went to the kitchen and took a slice of still warm bread and butter. So long as she didn't get too much mud on the hem of her gown, her tiring woman wouldn't kill her too much.

She hoped, at least. The last thing she wanted to do was marry a man she barely knew, but a prince...a prince! Eating her small breakfast, she went to the stable. The title would be more than enough to elevate her family status. Her father had made his money with his lifestock and his lands, but they hadn't been a well-known family in such a long time. She knew that the talk alone would garner more offers for the hands of her two sisters. Even her brother would get more interest if she found such a good match. In all respects, it looked like a good idea...but if he was ugly, if he was boring or bland or barbarous...what was she going to do then? Well, she would have to just bite her lip and go on with her marriage. The only thing she was expected to do was provide an heir and several back ups, as many sons as she could. Her family wasn't exactly popular for sons, but his was...and the match was so smart, of course.

Sighing, she finished her bread and stepped inside to greet her favorite horse. Today she wouldn't get a ride like she wished; instead, she play the part of dutiful daughter and match to the prince. One hand went over his soft, velvety nose....she loved him, and her hope was that he would come with her when she went to her new house. If she could still get her daily ride, then she would be content. And contentment was all that could be asked for in a marriage. At least, that was what her mother always told her. Contentment and gentleness and honor....and to never be anything but dutiful. Give boys and run the house; that was her duty. Oh, and look pleasing to her husband's eye. All she was was breeding stock in the end.

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Old 06-18-2011, 07:11 PM

Francois had been arguing with his father the whole ride over to his brides castle. "Father! For the last time, I am not going to let her rule over me... I'd rue the day I do. Rue it!" He growled as he crossed his arms over his chest, and crossed his leg over the other. "I will not be humiliated". Francois had been in a bad mood already, being told that he was to marry someone. He didn't even have the chance to fall in love with a girl, he didn't even want to marry this girl. Once again, he dreaded, loathed, hated every moment that day. Today was the day that he'd meet his bride-to-be, someone he didn't even want.

"Francois you will do as we tell you, if we are to say you to be humiliated... then so be it! You are my son, you will do as I say. Your time to be unreasonable is over. It is your time to listen and follow orders, so do what you are told!" With that last word from his father they traveled up a road to Farah's house. He hung and shook his head.

"Sometimes... I hate being a prince..." Muttered as the footmen helped his mother and father from the carriage.

[Sorry for the short post, and that it took long >.< But letting everyone know that I am to be from the computer for the next two weeks starting tomorrow.]

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Old 06-20-2011, 04:24 AM

Farah spent a lot of time petting Nighta, enjoying the feel of his velvety nose brushing over her skin. The stablehands even let her brush out his coat until it shone over his thick muscles, and she smiled when he almost seemed to shimmer under the light from the sun. It was close to high noon by the time that she left a lightly neighing horse and happily waving servants to go back to the house. Camille tsked over the mud on her gown and the state of her hair, as the Royal carriage had been seen not far from the castle by that point in town. She took her mistress's gown and cleaned the hemline as well as she could, and it eventually was as good as new...for the most part.

Painstakingly, the maid cleaned out her long brown hair again, brushing it until it too shimmered in the sunlight. Once it was in order again, she braided her waist-length hairs into a net, then settled a beautiful but slightly suffocating veil over her lady's face. Her father had demanded that she keep her face covered until her beau had decided if he would marry her or not, and Farah could only hope that she was beautiful enough, docile enough, and sweet enough for the King and Queen to agree with the marriage that was hopefully to come to pass. It was her duty as a beautiful and eligible daughter, and she was lucky enough to have such a fine suitor to come courting with her. She didn't enjoy the net-like veil curling over her face, but she would do as she was told and no less. Her veil was looped back into the braided hair so that, when lifted up, it would curl down her back. At the same point, she would rather have her hair down because it was looser and nicer than against her head.

She had barely gotten her rings settled onto her fingers when there was a knock at the door. "They're here," Camille reported, then checked her charge on last time. "You are a vision lady. Surely they will all love you." Farah peered at herself and seriously hoped that it would be true. Her cool eyes, eyes the color of green, looked at her appearance...a future princess. Was that her lot in life? With a nod, she turned from the mirror and floated down the stairs and towards the entryway. Due to the design of the castle, she was still on the entry stairs when she heard the door open and the butler announcing the entrance of the royal family. Her cool gaze went to the prince, but she kept up her descent and went to her father, who was standing to greet the king with her mother beside him and her brother as well. All of them bowed and dipped as they gathered together so that the royal family could be properly welcomed into their home.

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Old 07-17-2011, 09:52 AM

Francois watched the Princess as she entered the room. How dainty she looked. Francois stood with his parents as they greeted one another. "How do you do?" His mother said delicately to the King and Queen that had promised their daughter to their son. They were most grateful and could only wish that Francois could be. They only wanted what was best for their reputation, they only wanted to rule with a better persuasion on their people. Francois had been zoned out and in his own little world, what had brought him back was the small, yet painful nudge his mother gave him in his arm using her elbow.

"Ow... How do you do King and Queen D'Aubigne? I hope that I please you and your daughter" He put on a genuine smile. It was halfhearted but the smile would have been completely fake if he was not stricken by their daughters beauty. He gave a low sweeping bow to the D'Aubigne's and peeked up at Farah.

"We hope that you are ever so pleased with our bearings..." His father began, "as you may very well know we are very well known for baring more men than women in our family, and that is what you wish for. Is it not?" His father smiled at the other set of parents.

 


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