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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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krochester
2008-05-02 09:25 pm UTC (link)

Katherine pursed her lips in frustration, but in determination and resolve. She would never back down to his insults, his cold looks, his awful explanations of his lacking morals. In many ways, however, Eward's nature was very much a source of her inspiration and her mistrust of men and their terrible antics. But that did not in any way convince her to enjoy his company, for in and of itself, Eward's company was not able to be enjoyed.

"I daresay I am not the only one who thinks this way, and I'm sure you know it, too," Katherine retorted coolly. "And it is the sad state of things that my opinion should be of less value than yours, for mine is far more educated and considering of others, while your thoughts are those of an arrogant, heretical nobleman who does not know the true meaning of kindness in any of its forms." She shot him a cold stare next time the dance brought her in closer to him.

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lord_eward
2008-05-02 09:58 pm UTC (link)

With a roll of his eyes Eward was obviously playing the part of the disinterested, chauvonistic pig and he was doing it well, seeing as it was ingrained in his genes. If she mistrusted men it was her own fault for setting her standards too high. Most of them, in Eward's view, were lesser men than he, and to any woman such as Miss Rochester that was bad news indeed.

"You think that my opinion is worse than yours, but yet - the fact is - it still means more to people who matter," he said, loud enough so that people dancing in close proximity could hear. "You believe your opinion is worth more because you have been told so often that it is so. Family, friends... the people who live to humour you. I pray for the day your eyes are opened to the reality of life, Miss Rochester, and it will not come a day too soon."

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