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Post by Beylinde Isorriel on Jul 19, 2010 3:13:03 GMT -5
Beylinde smiled slightly, having found the kitchen. It was much quieter than she expected; the place was empty, much unlike at home in Isorriel Castle, where there was always at least one or two other people in the kitchens just in case someone wanted something to eat.
Looking around to see if anyone would try to stop her from going inside, and finding no one, she walked quickly, quietly in, trying to keep up some illusion of stealth. She didn't want to know how obvious she might have looked to any possible onlookers. But, she had made it into the large kitchen with little consequence. Now, all she had to do was find where all the food was hidden.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 19, 2010 8:06:42 GMT -5
"Well hello there,"came a voice standing behind the red-headed princess. "My my...another suitor,huh...?"Freja asked out loud as she stepped over next to the princess with a smile on her face and a pillow in her arms, like a stuffed animal.
Anactoria had just fallen asleep for their little sleep-over,once Freja had realized it was useless to try and have her way with the princess while she was resting she gave up and decided to go look for a meal in the kitchen,or at least make one. She was too tired for any dominatrix antics that night so cooking was the next best thing to sooth the soul.
There was a pause between the two girls as blue eyes admired green ones before Freja spoke,"I am Freja Gudjondottir..."she said curtsying in her little pink negligee,"I am Anactoria IV's cousin, who would you be by chance?"
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Post by Beylinde Isorriel on Jul 19, 2010 15:29:13 GMT -5
"H-hello..." Beylinde said, running one hand through her long, red hair. "...I am Beylinde Isorriel. I came all the way from Phalaeria." She smiled after feeling a bit more at ease. "...Suitor? Oh...I don't think I stand a chance..." She laughed a bit, at the very thought of anyone, let alone Anactoria IV, thinking of her as attractive.
"...With all of the lovely ladies here, I don't think she'd notice me."
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 19, 2010 15:34:05 GMT -5
Freja giggled and held close to the pillow,"Good!Because if you'd try to suit Anactoria then I would cook dinner for you,and might accidentally choke on some bad food!"she explained tilting her head to the side,"But since you're not after my Annie,let's be friends OK?"Freja held her hand out for Beylinde to take. "By the way,you're allot prettier then you realize, some of these ladies are scum compared to you.."she said under her breath.
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Post by Beylinde Isorriel on Jul 19, 2010 20:07:23 GMT -5
Beylinde smiled, accepting the offered hand. "...You think so?" She knew that back home, a woman of her height was seen as desirable. Beautiful. But on her travels, she learned that in other places, this was not so. Something told her to tune out the not-so-thinly-veiled threat.
"I think we'll be the best of friends!"
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 19, 2010 20:38:09 GMT -5
"I know so! It's rare to see someone my height and bust,you know. And I consider myself to be a very beautiful woman! Except when compared to Anactoria...but that's OK! So we'll be friends!" Freja explained, her smile growing wider.
She placed the pillow on top of a near-by table, finally letting it go. She then headed over to cabinet that kept the fish, "I'll make you a dish..."Freja suggest,"Please sit down. You are my guest after-all."
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Post by Beylinde Isorriel on Jul 20, 2010 12:07:44 GMT -5
"You must have the utmost admiration for Anactoria..." Beylinde frowned slightly, sitting down at the table. "One day, I hope to find something like that..."
She sighed. "A love that burns brightly, like wildfire."
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 20, 2010 13:38:49 GMT -5
"How interesting to say...are you a poet?"Freja asked laying a large fish out on the kitchen counter. She found a white apron and wrapped it around herself and then found a butcher knife to slice the fish up with,"Because if so I'd like to hear some of your poetry..."
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Post by Beylinde Isorriel on Jul 21, 2010 11:51:48 GMT -5
"A poet? Me?" Beylinde smiled. "No, no...my sister is." She laughed. "She has a much better way with words than I do..."
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 21, 2010 12:03:33 GMT -5
"Please tell me about your sister."Freja smiled and began to cut the fish, "You know I was always an only child,but Anactoria always considered me as a sister..."Freja blushed,"But I always felt differently about her."
Suddenly Freja's hand lifted up the knife and went flying into the air smashing the fish practically in half,and fish guts splattered all over the kitchen counter. "Why can't she see I feel differently!?"
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Post by Beylinde Isorriel on Jul 21, 2010 17:38:48 GMT -5
"...Are you all right?" Beylinde nearly tripped on her chair trying to see to Freja. "...Are you hurt...?" Something in her told her to run away. Run screaming from the room, but Beylinde rarely listened to that particular voice.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 21, 2010 19:31:21 GMT -5
Freja lifted the knife in the air and slammed it so hard on the counter it caused the hilt to stick in the air. She took a few heavy breaths before looking up and smiling at Beylinde,"Everything's fine. I just got a bit carried away...so please tell me about that sister of your's."
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Post by Beylinde Isorriel on Jul 22, 2010 1:10:37 GMT -5
"Camelia..." Beylinde frowned. "Camelia and I look alike, and that's about where our similarities end...She had the fortune of being born a mere few minutes before me, so she's all the way back home, preparing for the day that she takes the throne." She sighed. "While she's been attempting to decide which marriage proposal to answer, I have decided to take my travels further south...."
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 22, 2010 9:00:55 GMT -5
Freja turned to Beylinde, she felt sympathy with the girl and while she never had to live in anyone's shadow understood that...well...it must suck.
"Would you like me to take care of your sister for you?"Freja smiled reaching for her knife.
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Post by Beylinde Isorriel on Jul 22, 2010 12:01:41 GMT -5
"There's no need to do that." Beylinde smiled. "Even though I'm just Camelia's Sister to some, I don't blame her. No, no, there's no point in laying the blame on her. Perhaps there is some reason that I was born second...."
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