Millicent Helena Bulstrode (emerald_potions) wrote in gildedcourt, @ 2014-01-10 19:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | ernie macmillan, millicent bulstrode |
Who: Viscountess Millicent Bulstrode and HRH Ernest of Scotland
When: Friday, January 10
Where: HRH Ernest’s private rooms
Summary: When her King calls her home, she comes home.
Rating: TBD
Status: Closed/Ongoing
MIllicent was in a bit of a mood. She just wasn’t sure what kind of mood it was. Part of her was infuriated at the Irish Prince - how DARE he treat Pansy like this. Part of her could see his point. But that was a very SMALL part. Then there was being all but banished to England. While she could understand - and Barton DID need an eye on him - all the fun seemed to be happening in Scotland or Ireland. England was just dull. So when her King called her to a meeting she was thrilled. Home to Scotland - and ‘meetings’ with His Highness were always entertaining. If she could remember not to hit him with a pillow when his ego grew too large for her pleasure.
She straightened her dress and checked her lipstick, the dark crimson pout was perfectly outlined, she looked every inch the lady she was. But with just enough sass to to be herself. She used her portkey to the Scottish castle and made her way - using back hallways and hidden doors to the - now King’s - private rooms. She had with her a small chest - gleaming cherry wood that held the vials. More poisons - this time far more potent and more easily hidden in food and drink, as well as several vials of polyjuice for the times when he may want to not be himself and just get out of the castle unnoticed.
Her hair fell in waves as she lowered her hood, lips quirking into a smirk as she knocked on the door and waited to be allowed entrance. After all, she wasn’t going to just let herself into the King’s rooms. For all her boldness, that is one line she was leery to cross.