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

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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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[info]gabrielle_bonne
2008-04-26 03:12 am UTC (link)
"If you do, I shall tell the nurses and Francis." She said, putting her hands on her hips and looking at her mistress stubbornly.

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[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-26 08:17 am UTC (link)
Adelaide pouted again before sighing. "I pity the man who you marry," she said faintly. She gave Gabrielle a defeated look and recrossed her arms across her chest as she sulked.

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[info]gabrielle_bonne
2008-04-26 10:22 pm UTC (link)
"What makes you think I'll even marry?" She questioned. She wasn't serious, she planned to marry someday.

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[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-27 07:58 pm UTC (link)
"Because you're a pretty little thing," Adelaide said simply. Of course, she usually didn't refer to Gabrielle as a thing but, she was feeling a little drunk.

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[info]gabrielle_bonne
2008-04-28 12:58 am UTC (link)
Gabrielle smiled and replied, "So are you. Is there a fourth husband in the future?"

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[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-28 06:27 pm UTC (link)
Adelaide sighed. "Perhaps," she said softly. Of course, she was always looking for affection and she did one day hope of be in love again.

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