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[Oct. 11th, 2006|04:13 pm] |
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[Filter: Self]
Ah, how does he-- Mm, that's right.
My, now that just didn't come out very well, did it, my lord? Why, to the wrong ears those words could even sound, ah, treasonous. We wouldn't want people getting the wrong idea, hm? You do have full faith in our king, don't you? He's a child, as you say, of course, but weren't we all, once? And he's risen to the position so easily, despite it all. Simply a natural, don't you agree? Haha, not in the sense of those numerous half-siblings of his, but ... Hm, we shouldn't like any incidents to happen, surely!
[Filter: All]
Even with all the gossip and rumour spreading around the palace, everything seems to remain unbearably dull, honestly. Why, all I can think of mentioning is the weather! It is certainly getting a little chilly in Reiarn lately, which isn't strange, of course, it being October. |
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| XIII |
[Oct. 11th, 2006|04:13 pm] |
[Filter: Self]
Whores talking like princesses. What has the world come to, truly? |
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| XII |
[Sep. 12th, 2006|10:27 pm] |
[Filter: Self]
Whores, honestly. There simply must be something not utterly dull in this palace. My ears are quite useless if all they hear is nothing, aren't they? Still, it's comfortable, and it's pretty. Who could ask for more?
Now, let's see. Sweet cousin Bradley seems to think he has a claim to Himelas. Simply absurd. We'll find something for him to do, won't we? -- Ah, my, my, his wife is with child! How wonderful. It would be most awful if she took a fall, hm?
But of course, I'm not a cruel man, why would I go around doing such things? It would simply spoil my sparkling clean reputation, and I've always been so finnicky about messes.
[Filter: All]
We've been rather quiet lately, haven't we? That simply won't do! Has nothing exciting happened at all? |
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| XI |
[Sep. 1st, 2006|08:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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[Filter: Self]
Good.
[Filter: All]
Later.
Now, what was it that-- Ah, yes.
[Filter: King Rhys]
Haha, I didn't know whether to ask in public or not, so I thought that I would be safer, your majesty! I've hardly anything important to ask, so my sincerest apologies in advance for possibly wasting your time. But, well, I did promise Lady Winsel to ask what you thought of her daughter ... |
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| X |
[Aug. 25th, 2006|04:34 am] |
[Filter: Nadia]
[later completely obliterated]
I've given you chances. I've given you so many chances and you wouldn't take them and it's far, far too late for this, sweet sister. Stop this or be dead like Nadia. Oh, yes, dead, you've heard what they say, you've heard mother crying for her daughter, you've seen father shake his head and talk about what a pity it was, how she'd be missed. She was so beautiful. She was so clever. She was so kind. But she's dead. It's a shame, isn't it. And her brother. Two halves of the same person, weren't they. Such a shame she's gone. But one squared is one and they forget.
I'll dance with you if you like but you'll stop this. |
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| IX |
[Aug. 24th, 2006|11:34 am] |
[filter: private Self Aidan]
[later furiously scratched out]
Aidan where are you. I'm frightened -- I don't feel frightened. She doesn't love me anymore they don't love me anymore they're not here. We should take action I told you I told you we should you just don't want the stories, do you. What's more important what's more important you horrible ungrateful disgusting wretch of a
It's cold in here, Aidan. It's always so cold, up in here. It isn't worth it, I told you, I keep telling you, I tell you again and again but you never listen to me, I'm only
Aidan, please |
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| VIII |
[Aug. 23rd, 2006|04:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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[Filter: Self]
My, is that it, my lord?
How boring.
[Filter: Public]
Hm, this week has been rather dull. Though, dull is good, for a man who does what I do, but still! I should endeavour to find myself something else to do, shouldn't I? |
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| VII |
[Aug. 18th, 2006|04:20 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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[Filter: Self]
A clever one, oh yes. I know all about you, my lord. And you do know that, hm? Is that why you attempt to evade conversation with me? I mean you no harm, my lord, I assure you.
Your father praises you for your wits, hardly any one makes mention of you without talking of your sharp mind. And you're quite silver tongued, aren't you? To talk your way out of so many things?
I'm curious, though, my lord. Why insist on doing such an appalling job when it's so very clear you can do much better? It would be such a shame to let your poor, sick father down, wouldn't it? He's, mm, so proud of you.
Now, I wonder what it is you're hiding.
Nothing? Don't be silly, my lord. Everybody's hiding something. Even I, though it's hardly anyone else's job to investigate myself, hm?
And you've made me ever so curious ... |
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| VI |
[Aug. 16th, 2006|04:56 am] |
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[Filter: Self]
It's not about what you want. |
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| V |
[Aug. 16th, 2006|04:56 am] |
| [ | mood |
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[Filter: Self]
I want to dance. |
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| IV |
[Aug. 14th, 2006|05:24 pm] |
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Hm, it appears our Lord of Sylvain is too ill to attend court. |
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| III |
[Aug. 12th, 2006|07:40 pm] |
[Filter: Self]
Honestly. I find very little wrong with this arrangement. We can use this to our advantage-- very easily.
And do keep that smile on, my dear. You've been so droopy, lately. It's terribly unlike me. |
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| II |
[Aug. 12th, 2006|07:39 pm] |
[Filter: Self]
There are always people who see. We of all people ought to know that very well, hm?
It's inconvenient, brother, truly. But what can be done about it?
Nothing.
As usual.
[Filter: All]
Curiouser and curiouser!
The man who wrote earlier claimed he wasn't impressed, but I certainly am. |
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| I |
[Aug. 11th, 2006|07:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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Mm, well! I can hardly deny that this is very odd, indeed. I shall have to look into this, later.
In the meantime, a pleasure to meet-- ah, write to-- everyone. I am Lord Aidan Himelas, of Jiranz. And you? |
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