Tweak

InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "don't blink"

Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me
  • Create Account
  • IJ Login
  • OpenID Login
Search by : 
  • View
    • Create Account
    • IJ Login
    • OpenID Login
  • Journal
    • Post
    • Edit Entries
    • Customize Journal
    • Comment Settings
    • Recent Comments
    • Manage Tags
  • Account
    • Manage Account
    • Viewing Options
    • Manage Profile
    • Manage Notifications
    • Manage Pictures
    • Manage Schools
    • Account Status
  • Friends
    • Edit Friends
    • Edit Custom Groups
    • Friends Filter
    • Nudge Friends
    • Invite
    • Create RSS Feed
  • Asylums
    • Post
    • Asylum Invitations
    • Manage Asylums
    • Create Asylum
  • Site
    • Support
    • Upgrade Account
    • FAQs
    • Search By Location
    • Search By Interest
    • Search Randomly

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

Previous Entry  Add to memories!  Tell a Friend!  Next Entry
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.



(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)


[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-23 11:07 pm UTC (link)
"But do you enjoy it, sir? As that should be most important," Adelaide asked curiously. "My second husband was a poet, a good one at that, but he did not enjoy what he did and it made him most unhappy at home." She did not have the same sorrow in her voice that she had whenever she spoke of her other husbands, as she had never allowed herself to love the man and his temper.

(Replies frozen) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]social_climber
2008-04-24 08:31 am UTC (link)
"Perhaps, in that case, he should have done something else." Harry says, with a rather unconcerned shrug, "There was nothing stopping him, I assume? If he didn't enjoying being a poet, he should have given it up before he felt unable to. There is hardly a shortage of work." He pauses, and looks at her carefully, "Unless real work was unbecoming to him?"

(Replies frozen) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-24 08:42 am UTC (link)
There was a hint of fear in her once vacant eyes as the conversation turned to her late husband, Henry. Adelaide shook her head slowly. "I do not know why he did not do something else, sir" she admitted. "I can only guess as to the reason," she said, speaking as carefully as she could so she would not sound as if she was speaking ill of her husband. "I believe he enjoyed the female companions that his writing's earned him," she added faintly before looking down.

(Replies frozen) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]social_climber
2008-04-24 09:12 am UTC (link)
Harry made a distinctly unamused noise. "He was unhappy, but he liked to have women through themselves at him? I do not mean to be rude, Miss Newbury, or disrespectful, but he sounds like a very pathetic man. You are better off without him."

(Replies frozen) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-24 04:02 pm UTC (link)
"He was not unhappy in all aspects of his life, Mister Fisher" Adelaide said gently. "He was only unhappy at home, sir," she explained before looking down, almost ashamed of herself as she blamed herself for his unhappiness.

(Replies frozen) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]social_climber
2008-04-24 04:11 pm UTC (link)
"Because he did not appreciate you, no doubt, miss. Don't blame yourself for a man's failings, we have many, many of them."

(Replies frozen) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-24 04:29 pm UTC (link)
Adelaide sighed gently. "I suppose you are right, Mister Fisher," she said softly. "But I feel that perhaps it did have something to do with me," she added.

(Replies frozen) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]social_climber
2008-04-24 09:47 pm UTC (link)
"Did you love him?" He asks, knowing the question is probably too forward, at the present time he doesn't believe the child would care, "If you did, then you did no wrong."

(Replies frozen) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-25 05:12 am UTC (link)
"Of course I loved him," Adelaide said gently, not understanding why he had asked the question. She assumed that every wife loved their husband, no matter how they were treated. "I would have been a bad wife not to, sir," she added.

(Replies frozen) (Parent)


(Read comments) -


Home | Site Map | Manage Account | TOS | Privacy | Support | FAQs