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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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loveanddespair
2008-04-25 10:16 pm UTC (link)

Sabana's face fell, and she looked around, unsure what she could do - not wanting to draw attention to them by raising her voice. Finally she settled for smacking him with her fan.

"Do not know how it happened? Mercedes, forgive me if I do not believe you." She hissed. "Do you feel happier now? Have you evened the score by enjoying a little meaningless romance? No! You have made yourself guilty and to think I offered you my apartment!"

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mercedes_dupont
2008-04-25 10:27 pm UTC (link)

He hissed as the sharp edge of her fan caught him, the thin strip hurting even through his jacket and shirt. "Sant Marie!" He manages, hand moving to rub at the injured shoulder, fingering the ache in his collarbone.

"We were talking. In the garden. I had... had a glass or so, I admit. He asked about Amié and then... then he was...he was...!" He lowers his voice, realising it was louder than he had wanted, "I know it was wrong! Do you think I am pleased with myself? I have hated myself since the moment it happened! But I do... I do not know what to do." He finished, shoulder slumping.

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	loveanddespair 2008-04-25 10:32 pm UTC (link)
	"Don't blaspheme! You deserved it" Sabana snapped, in no mood to deal with his attempts to get her sympathy. "What should you do? I am not your conscience, Mercedes but if where you I would buy something expensive and beg for forgiveness." (Replies frozen) (Parent) (Thread)

	mercedes_dupont 2008-04-25 10:36 pm UTC (link)
	Mercedes nods, still looking at the floor. "I shall... do as you ask." He mutters, realising he is hardly going to get back in her favour tonight. "I will see him in the morning." (Replies frozen) (Parent) (Thread)

	loveanddespair 2008-04-25 10:40 pm UTC (link)
	"What I asked you to do?" Sabana hissed. "I did no such thing. You asked for my help and I gave you a suggestion. But if you are intent on having me dictate your choices then I would speak to him now, alone." She huffed, turning on her heal and heading out into the crowd. (Replies frozen) (Parent)

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