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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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airsandgraces
2008-04-19 09:47 pm UTC (link)

Sibille could not have looked more promising had he offered her a commission for a family portrait on the spot. She practically beamed down at his head as he lowered it slightly to kiss her hand. Months of fawning over former bakers and butchers had taken its toll, as had pretending her past career as a court painter had never happened. She could not remember the last time she had meet someone who openly acknowledged her works. It was not fashionable--or always safe, even here--to admit to admiring portraits of executed nobles.

"Yes! How kind of you to say so," Sibille enthused with more excitement than civility, resisting the urge to embrace him right then and there. "I am still painting, yes. My subjects are... quite different of course." She added quietly, glancing meaningfully in the direction of the ambassador across the room.

"But what is your name?" She continued brightly, eager to see if she would recognize it.

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tigersatthegate
2008-04-19 10:01 pm UTC (link)

Aimé followed her gaze, his smile fading a little.
"You have been reduced to painting upstarts wearing their masters clothing? That is terrible! An artist of your talents." He said, speaking a little louder than was necessary - both angry and a little hoping that the ambassador might overhear. After all, there was nothing he could do about it tonight.

"Aimé Laurent." He says, smiling.

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