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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
2008-04-30 09:02 am UTC (link)

"I was going to ask you the same thing, my dear." Sabana said, fanning herself - elegant but a dismissive gesture all the same. "Naturally there where those who could not stand the thought of my falling foul of those horrid little revolutionaries and so sponsored my rescue."

She looked at Marguerite critically. "I did not know you had such fans, Madam. Where is your poor husband tonight? Or did he not make the voyage. I know so many freshly widowed women now a bed in England." And certainly if anyone would make herself a new bed in England it would be Marguerite, and probably in someone elses marriage.

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madame_margot
2008-05-01 09:53 pm UTC (link)

"My husband died on the crossing," Marguerite replied, tone turning frosty. It wasn't something she liked to think about. The cold of his fingers, his vacant eyes... "His dear cousin provides for me," she added, flashing a diamond ring and having the courtesy to appear at least a little shamed.

"It was fortunate neither one of us were at court when the revolution ignited or we would not be standing here. Free to enjoy the Ambassador's hospitality..." Though by the time Sabana's success at the court was on the rise Marguerite's was yet to be felt, she knew enough of the woman to hold no illusions of her true worth. Not so dissimilar, you and I. In the end.

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loveanddespair
2008-05-01 10:05 pm UTC (link)

"Oh my dear, how horrible to hear." Sabana said, biting her tongue to keep from asking if Marguerite had helped him on his way. "But what a lovely ring. That must ease the pain a little, I find trinkets usually do."

"Quite fortunate." Sabana agreed, signalling a servant over to them and taking a glass of champagne. "And for you Marguerite?" Perhaps the ambassador had had the forethought to poison the glasses.

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madame_margot
2008-05-02 12:04 pm UTC (link)

"Indeed, if I recall correctly our affection could always be bought with the right sort of gift." A smile that was too parts fond memories and one not so much crossed her lips. "At least in the old days."

Taking a glass against her better judgment - she had already had one too many, Marguerite nodded. "What shall we toast to? Reunions? Better fortunes than our dear friends across the channel? A quick death to those who wronged us? The latter seems to be the fashion, nowadays."

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