Inouv 32, 228: Late Night Crossing

The Queen and Count Aldren both find themselves awake and wandering the castle corridors and stop to chat for the first time and discuss the surprising parentage of a resident of the castle.


Late Night Crossing
Summary: Log Summary
OOC Date: 20/12/2013 (OOC)
Related: None
Players:
Aldren Laetitia 
Royal Landing
The richness and elegance here on the landing is overwhelming. The flawless marble of the floor and the walls gleams a brilliant white and a crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, sparkling. Stained-glass windows high above are illuminated. Looking down the hall and across to the throne room, you can see the rich, silken tapestries displayed above and between the archways.

A marble staircase at the end of the landing leads down to the lower hall. In the center of the hall, a pair of dark wood doors that have the royal crest carved upon them. Two guards stand vigil by the doors.

Inouv 32, 228

Given the late hour most people within the castle are sleeping, or at least within their suites engaging in quiet conversations or other such things. It's times such as these that the Queen takes flight within the empty hallways and corridors once her child has been satiated with a feed at her breast. The Queen is dressed in a heavy cloak over her night dress, bare feet padding against the cool stone, a number of guards with the Queen as she emerges from her husbands study, striking out for one of her many late eve walks to quiet her mind for sleep.

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Yes, many do sleep. Though the Count of Greenshire is not usually one. He is not so prone to walk the halls though as he is this night. Emerging from the hallway that leads to each council chamber he seems on a mission. When he allmost deads in to a guard of the queen he begins to scowl. Though that is remedied in the speed of light when he looks up. More than the customary averted eyes are given as he bows humbly. the sight of barefeet warms him as he thinks of home. Not something he has seen in awhile since coming to the castle. Not even Moira risks her reputation by doing as she should. Though, it has been stated that the queen could wear a potatoe sack and it would be the rage! Aldren cannot help himself as he rsies to say, "Your majesty. Your regal matter screams LAkeshire today." His smile shows true appreciation and it is plain this is a much more comforting sight then duskies and Lanny's, tigers and snakes….oh my.

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It's the sudden appearance of a wild Aldren that has the Queen and her party stopping, mainly because Aldren nearly runs into one of the larger of her men. When he looks up to note who has stopped him, however unintended, the Queens warm smile that lifts to her green gaze greets, a hand raising up to the guard who is about to say something about not disturbing the Queen. Oh no, not as Aldren bows so low enough that he gets to see those bare toes of hers, a few of them wiggling as if saying hello, though it's likely the Queen simply repositioning her foot, "How kind of you to say, Count Aldren, one does indeed strive for such regal bearings."
A soft chuckle then, the Queen mindful of the castle at large and the late hour, her cloak hugging her shoulders though her hands do keep clear, "Come, would you join me for a hot drink, Count Aldren?" Gesturing back to the study, "It's late, I never seem to come across the waking in my walks this hour, and it delights me so that tonight is different. Unless you'd like to walk with me?" Her long blonde hair is loose, falling down shoulders and back in loose waves from the hairstyle it held earlier, no circlet upon her brow, the Queen quite comfortable, skin recently scrubbed to a shine, scent of rose oil hovering about her person.

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Aldren remains stout and firm in his raised appearance and nods to the queen. Oh, how could Aldren of all people refuse such a request? It takes him only a moment before he adjusts to his new founded company. After all, he has long sought to share words with her over her her daughters, as clever and kind hearted as they both are. Remembering that he is indeed far above the men about her he says, "I have not been so honored since my arrival." A close, but not too much, step is taken and his arm lent. Surely she drinks better vintage than he has, and who would not walk with her about there arm? Especially with her son Tyrell so busy and her daughter Roslin so eager to be her….. "I myself do not often wanderr about this late. Though your company will surely outdo that of my sisters dog, as fine a beast as he is."

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"Well if it pleases you, Count Aldren, perhaps the next time you do venture a walk this late you and that lovely beast of your sisters will join with myself and Bird?" An opportunity extended to Aldren for another opportunity to walk with her in a common fashion, "Perhaps we can take them out into the courtyard and allow them to run dizzying circles around each other-" Said as she reaches to take his arm, lightly sliding her right in behind his elbow to clasp the underside of his forearm gently as the other lifts up to rest just above his elbow most properly, not allowing her body to brush with his but keeping the distance friendly.
"It escapes me, Count Aldren-" The Queen will muse softly, though her voice carries most easily through the air as the guards move in to follow them as she gently begins to lead the walk but a moment to get it started, giving reign over to Aldren to dictate the walk, "-How I've never had such opportunity speak with you personally. I adore your sister so much, I suppose I neglected my duty in extending such conversations to you." Her tone apologetically carrying through the air as the soft sweep of her sleeping down beneath her cloak along with those bare feet of hers sound on the floors, though the thumps of the guards footfalls surely block that lovely sound out at any rate.

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"I'd thought with snakes and tigers about it best to tone down the amount of pressure we put upon our guests." He jokes as if his dog could take that Naazils little kitty. Though no doubt the prideful Count knows he cannot but implies he can as he smoothly accepts her arm in a noble fashion. He glances down, keeping the distance perect and polite and measuring it so that his stride matches hers when she allows and he sets a comfortable pace, no doubt sneaking one last look at he queens open nature with her bare footing. Surely it reminds him of walking with girls in the county when he enjoyed the Gwyl dewrder as a young man in disguise.

"Your Majesty, you have been with child. I have only been here some months. At first for consideration of my sister who you know well." Ahh, that topic again. It causes brief dismal tones and facial features but he regains himself. No need to show weakness now. "Not to much of our business lie intwined. I had sought to speak wiht your Royal husband when such times called." He quietly adds, "Though he confided in me how much he trusts in you and I am surprised to. But once agian, you were carrying your own burden and like a queen I might add. When I heard rumors of our snow ball fight sending you into labor. Ha. It made me smile as Moira and my sister told me the truth of it later. I am happy to develop a repoir with you. But do not think it is late in coming…" He will stride along and add, "Though it may have been." A little chuckle now as he remains as far as he could while still escoring her properly.

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"You do know, Count Aldren, that I have only a limited amount of time left on my pregnancy card when it comes to my slip in duties to those within the castle." Teasingly murmured, the Queen having noted that complex forming of emotions upon his face, the only acknowledgement of such being a light squeeze of her fingertips upon his arm, "I do appreciate you in allowing me further purchase upon it now, however. Most noble of you to do so."
The Queen goes barefoot often, especially when she was pregnant and her feet were just so hot and swollen, oof. Lady Winifred never was so much beside herself, though quite used to the ways of the Queen who doesn't always follow, well, rarely, the natural inclinations of other Royals, not afraid to make a fool of herself though her temper, oy. Do not piss the woman off, her temper is nigh intangible. But here as she easily maintains distance with Aldren, having been at this for quite some time, she will suddenly tch.
"I have further been remiss, Count Aldren - oh, what will my husband do with me with this child on my mind so often." An exasperated sigh and a self-depreciating smile for the man as the Queen lightly cants her head towards him, "Your beautiful to be bride was most helpful in the aftermath of that snow fight in the courtyard. And so lovely with her gift to Princess Laela, which I have already planted." With her OWN hands, yeaaah.
"Just waiting now for the warm rays of the sun to help it sprout up to decorate beneath her window. But -" Yes, get to the point dear, "I have a gift for she, one that I hope she will adore as much as I adored her gift. I made it with my own hands." Yes, the Queen is a crafter. It's a cozy for a planter! How exciting! "I will try to remember tomorrow to come and see you both - have you set a date yet?" So much to catch up on with Aldren, and it so hard not to include mention of his sister, though the Queen does it like a pro, not wanting to upset him.

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Her first confession using the get out of jail free card is chuckled at. A tenseness of his arm back to her and a little nod. As polite as he can while remaining proper but reciprocaiting the feeling of her little acknowldgement. He continues in the perceived fashion, "I only wish to alleviate my own whilst he terrorizes the castle." Another little joke but surely she has heard of his man possibly being stabbed or the mut possibly dragging him down the stairs into the foyer. "I am sure the king will have no reason to worry. You have done the realm a fabulous job five times now. We are calling it six now." He assures her. Her words on Moira do help brighten the man some more and he says, "In these days of darkness..If you ever feel /remiss/ Call on my Lady." He refers as if they were married allready, "In the County they say her presence in a room destroys the need for a candle." He smiles, most proud again as he is want to do when it comes to matters of family and bloodlines. "As for a date…Well, We were supposed to be married two days ago. Recent events have…" He says nothing more. Many trials of the city seeming to tear.

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D'awww. Laetitia has a soft spot for men so lovely towards their ladies, especially when said ladies are not about and that love is still so evident. She will lead the path of their walk down a corridor that will loop back around to the study, but allow plenty of time for conversation. Well, limited time, in that the corridor does eventually give way to that study, "I think you have found a wonderful match in that beauty, Count Aldren, and none could be so fitting for you, nor so deserving of you, though to be sure, you are deserving of her as well." Hey, she can sling back the compliments too!
And more reassuringly, "You are already betrothed, Count Aldren, there is no hurrying into marriage as you two have already cemented the bond and the want of such. It's a formality, so that the rest of us may ooh and aww over you and spoil you with gifts." Of course it's much more than that, but the Queen is oversimplifying as a means to assuage any sad feelings over the fact they're not married yet.
"It only makes the wedding night that much sweeter afterall." Yes, words of wisdom from a MILF. Heed them. Respect them. Own them, "Oh I can't wait until our two pups get together again, Bird is always so delighted to see that Cricket, it's the strangest thing. With the other 'hounds he's fine of course, but that Cricket just gets him up and going, it takes hours to calm him down after he's seen him, and I'm certain he finds means to sneak out of my chambers at night to take over the castle with him."

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Humble is the word that would describe the way in which he receives her words, "I know not what to say. Except that that some greater ones thought it due to allow me my love after so long." He smiles and grins at herr next words, "No doubt only a formality." He does not sound so sure! But he easily voices the words as they do ring with an honor. The fact that she is resident MILF and surely hip to such things as what belies a wedding night, well, that only causes a grin. Aldren may have known a woman or two in his day to say the least but he has pined after the rose for more then ten years. The only answer worth her candor is his own, "I do expect it to be sweet." He gracefully backs away from any more comments he would make while speaking to the /second/ most beautiful woman in the kingdom. Surely that whole racial thing clouds his mind but he no doubt thinks of the Kerrigan as the perfect match for the solidarity of their lines and happiness. Still, he changes topics well as the cunning clannish man that he is, "Yes, I dare say they have a similairity. And I found Cricket practically inside the castle…I will speak candidly and say that I have seen master bird about. Perhaps ther lies some noble lineage in my muts vigns." He smiles at her now, a wry /these dogs will take back the castle from the snakes/ type of look.

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Around the loop they go, the Queen chuckling as she moves on quite easily to the topic of the dogs, "Truly?" The Queen never really took a look to see Crickets parentage, also given he's mixed with something else it never really clicked in her head - but the coloring …yes, some features here and there, "I wonder how many more little Birds there are out there …You know, I do know of other canines that have been in and about the castle …what was the name of that Lady …" Oh the name escapes her, "She had some beautiful creatures, it would not surprise me in the least if my little Bird-"
Little, snort, "Went out rutting …he is very much a ladies man, you see." The Queen relays to Aldren as if sharing a secret with him about some other noble, "And he is so handsome!" Its clear the Queen adores her 'hound like any would a child, which the children should make note of because the Queen may actually adore bird more than they. The Question of Who Do You Love More oft comes up, and each child will get their name said when asked, but Bird is always there in her mind.
"Oh if he did sire your Cricket I would be most pleased, I always worry to the day when he will pass that his beautiful temperament and visage will go without acknowledgement ever again." Oh, such a sad topic, the Queen saying those words wistfully as they round a bend, the study coming into view, "You have been a most pleasant accompaniment to this walk, Count Aldren, please do let me know when you and your beloved have time to join me for tea. I would love nothing more than an afternoon spent with you both."

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Aldren holds back no laughs now. Perhaps masking feelings and seeing the queen not do so much lended himself to himself. "Rutting! Yes!" He quickly regains though and looks back to her retinue. He reminds with a look that he is the Count and they guards. If the queen does not balk that will work? "I would not mind you acknowledging the royal basebor dog if you would?" He ventures with a jape. A frin follows. Barefoot lakeshire woman are usually good for such and he attempts to appeal to that side of her as she seems that kind. The turn is has and he says, "I would request more oft….though timing is…" He pauses, a look to the guards, a slight nod to Winifred, a deep bow for the queen. "I will make certain to bother you." Japes and such. Rorey is no liw but Aldren may be able to navigate court when needed.

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If the Queen never had to wear shoes again she would go the entirety of her remaining barefoot so she could feel ever step taken, "What do you think, little Duke Cricket, sired by Prince Bird? I shall have to draft up an announcement to make it official so that my little Birds son can be acknowledged!" The Queen teases back, only too happy to join in, the guards quite used to /her/ antics, though perhaps to see the Count doing so. But then the Queen does have a way with folks to draw them out of their cocoons. Or drive them completely into them as has been demonstrated oft lately.
"Oh thank you, Count Aldren, please, if ever at this hour you wish to join me for a walk, do not hesitate, though do bring Cricket along next time. I'll ensure all walks from now on have Bird, though he's so very protective of Princess Laela, he hardly leaves her side." Said adoringly, the Queen nodding her head to the count before the door to the study is opened by one of the guards and the Queen descends into the room, "Have a good eve, Count Aldren, do try to get some sleep." And she's gone.

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If he was driven to anything it was a more relaxed relationship with her majesty. "That would be a dishonor. Who would your beast be under in the animal kingdom?" Surely the Count (who is a famed scholar when it comes to history) knows of Birds accomplishments. Still, he gracefully stops and wishes the queen a wonderful fifteen or more so days night. Damn Inouv!

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