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Léon Belmont (ex_the_ambas216) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-03-28 07:54:00

Entry tags:

ambassadors_ball, leon_belmont

An Invitation to the French Ambassador's Ball
Subject: The Ambassadors Ball
Where: The French Embassy
Who: Léon Belmont, the French Ambassador to the English court
Warnings: none as yet
Open to: All (all players may attend either as invited guests of the ambassador, as servants or guests of those invited, as staff, or as gate-crashers.)

The ballroom of the Embassy was already growing busy, and when Citizen Belmont paused for a moment besides one of the large windows, he could see yet more carriages pulling up outside, wreathed in the mist blowing in from the river.

The quartet had been playing now for a good half an hour, new French tunes as well as those the English favoured. His staff was busy handing out good French wine, and then refilling those glasses when they were drained.

It was going to be a good evening, and not only in the eyes of the party-goers. With some of England’s most prominent aristos on the guest list, and some than some newly arrived French nationals, tonight would be a night of information gathering, of sizing up the opposition, and perhaps even ensuring some of those French escapees were returned to face justice.

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viveleroi
2008-04-22 07:20 pm UTC (link)

Principles were all he had left. Money, gone, land, gone, name, gone. What was he to hold dear save his wife and his principles?

"I saved both our lives by coming to this infernal, hellish isle." He responded contemptuously. "Do not think yourself so precious that I would risk all exclusively for you." She was, though, and they both knew it. While Amandine's happiness was not always on Olivier's list of priorities, her general well-being certainly was. He uncrossed his arms and leaned against the pillar, his back to the dancing crowd.

"Perhaps we should inquire of a family who is welcoming to refugees of our ilk. Someone who would not treat us so bad, someone who would at least respect us.

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bourgeois_girl
2008-04-22 08:18 pm UTC (link)

Amandine was stung, and she did not take to being spoken to in such a manner. She retracted her hands and her body completely as he leant back against the pillar, her face becoming stony in expression, the desire to go towards the ball rather than away from it growing steadily stronger.

"I never said you did. All I meant was to tell you that you saved my life by coming to the infernal, hellish Isle, not imply that it was solely for me. Heaven forbid," she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "If you wish to enquire to another family by all means be my guest. Your silly little wife will not hinder you further."

With a slight flare of the nostrils Amandine made to turn back to the Ball. How he infuriated her sometimes with his hotheaded displays!

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viveleroi
2008-04-22 08:25 pm UTC (link)

"Then I shall do as you please, inquire elsewhere and leave you to your chambermaid fantasies," he growled at her turned back, stomping off to leave the tense ballroom, but not stomping hard enough to attract attention. She was right between where she'd started and where she'd been married to him; not a serving girl, not a Baroness. Among nice things, but not needed to display pretty things. He had a notion she'd never been truly at ease in the finery he'd bought for her. He needed card games or an apology, whichever came first.

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