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(High Casual) An Age Old Feud II

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Location: Kingdom of Abhainn; just outside the ballroom
Interacting with: Unknowingly, King Maddox {@Scarlet Loup}

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Arriving late to the Kingdom of Abhainn was not something that Evangeline was eager to do. She wasn't particularly keen on going in the first place - but now she had to miss out on the introductions, on the greetings? It was mortifying. Still, she would do what had to be done. It was only when they were a day into their journey to the other kingdom that she received word of the missing luggage. Her luggage. Of course, being the kind soul that she was, her Lady Julianna had offered Evangeline the option of buying her new garments in Abhainn, but she had politely declined. It would take hours to be fitted and for fabrics to be chosen, and the pricing would be ridiculous knowing Julianna's taste. So she had swapped places with one of the servants that were riding with them, allowing them to spend the rest of the journey in her carriage while she took their horse, and made her way back to Sliabh.

Hence was the reason why she was six hours late in her arrival in Abhainn. She was just explaining her situation to one of the guards stationed outside the castle as a dance of fire lit up the darkening sky, their loud bangs causing her to jump ever so slightly. Her reaction to the display caused the guard to smirk, eyeing her up in down and clearly judging her travelling clothes as that of peasantry.

"Look, sir, the celebrations have already started. I am Evangeline of Sliabh, Lady in Waiting to the future Queen Julianna Hardin. You have to let me in. Please."

Her begging was to no avail, however, as he shook his head and laughed in her face.

"I'm sure you are. Now run along, young miss, before someone takes a liking to that pretty red head of yours."
Tears of frustration threatened to spill as she sighed in exasperation, turning away from him before he could mock her any further. She had to find a way into the castle - she couldn't let Julianna down. And so she started her wander around the perimeter of the castle, hoping for any way in. Of course, she found none - bar a small dip in one of the lower walls leading into the castle. After some careful deliberation and a lot of muttering and cursing, Eve willed herself to turn around and circle back to that one dip in the wall. She could climb over it - not with ease, but without having to worry about breaking a bone, at least.

Before she could have any second thoughts, she hitched up the dark blue dress she was wearing and started climbing up the wall. It was easy at first for the stones were more worn in some places and easier to grip, yet when she neared the top she found that she was ripping her dress reaching for the nearest handhold, and her hands were slipping much faster. She managed to make it over, though, and finally landed with a stumble at the other side.

By now, Eve's hands were dirty, her dress was torn in several places and her face was streaked with mud, but she had done it. She was in the castle grounds. Now was the time to find her chambers, get ready for the ball and arrive not-so-fashionably late. Without another second of hesitation, Eve smoothed down what was left of her dress, attempted to flatten her hair slightly and made her way towards the castle, practising excuses for her state as she went.

"I was taking a walk in the garden and this wolf just attacked me!" No. That wouldn't work. She doubted they even had wolves around here.

"I got lost and fell. Wait no, I fell then got lost - yes, that makes more sense."

Evangeline forced herself to shut up as she slipped in through one of the open doors that led to a hallway just outside what seemed to be the ballroom. Ah, yes. Discreet as always.
She kept her eyes fixed on the floor as she hurried against the tide of nobility making their way to the ballroom, trying her best to ignore the open stares she received. So much for much a good first impression.

She would've made it out of sight if she was looking where she was going. Instead, being the clumsy soul she was, she happened to run right into someone heading in the opposite direction with a small ooft. In her flustered state, she could gather little from who she bumped into bar the fact that they were considerably taller than her, dressed well, and was definitely male.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm in a terrible rush, so please excuse my state. You see, I was in the garden and there was this wolf - no, wait, I fell and got - in fact, I got lost and fell outside. In the garden. Outside."

Evangeline clamped her lips shut before she could say anything else stupid, and instead ducked her head into a polite incline. Oh well, she had already embarrassed herself enough in front of this stranger, she may as well ask for directions.

"Forgive me, sir, but you don't happen to know where my chambers are, do you? I'm a little lost."

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud II

Lady in Waiting, Evangeline Farthing

_{{ ”A passionate woman is worth the chaos.” }}

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| Name |

Lady Evangeline Farthing

| Nickname |

Everyone informally calls her Eve, or even 'Lady Eve' at times.

| Age |

Twenty-five years old

| Gender |

Female.

| Sexuality |

Heterosexual

| Kingdom |

Sliabh

| Alliance |

She cares little for kingdoms - her loyalty lies with her lady.

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| In Depth Appearance |

Fiery red hair, fierce green eyes and sharp features ensure that, once noticed, Eve cannot be easily forgotten. She stands slightly short at a mere 5'4" (a positive attribute for that of a lady in waiting), with a lithe, slender figure that one would normally associate with a working girl. For many years she has tried to tame the mass of auburn curls that fall about her face, however nothing has worked so she has been forced to learn how to pin back the flame-coloured ringlets.

Cosmetics are not something that Eve is particularly familiar with - she is a lady in waiting, so it is part of her job to make the future queen look stunning next to the likes of her. The dresses she wears are relatively expensive, yet simple and often in colours of blue or green to match her eyes. All in all, she has an abundance of features with the potential to drop jaws, however tends to downplay these features for the sake of her position in court and commitment to the future queen herself.

| Habits |

In her younger years, Eve was known for often zoning out in one of her daydreams. She'd be teased - not unkindly - for her little moments where she'd be so wrapped up in her own mind that she had no idea what was going on around her. She still has these moments, however less frequently after being told off many times for the disrespect of it, and she is still in a world of her own.

Another thing that can be noticed about Eve is that she fidgets. A lot. Her fingers seem to always be playing with something or drumming against a surface - it's a nervous habit that so many are surprised to see as she carried herself with such confidence.

| Hobbies |

Singing - Lady Evangeline is often asked to perform for the court with her beautiful voice. She is only permitted to sing traditional songs, of course, but her journal is full of secret poetry and lyrics she confides in writing.

Being outdoors - Eve's upbringing may have been harsh, but it has given her a passion for exploration that no one would ever be able to put out. When she is not by her lady's side, she will allow always be found picking flowers in the garden or even (when she is sure that no one is watching, of course) climbing trees.

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| Likes |

- Sunshine
- Loyalty
- Singing
- Song-writing
- Horseback riding
- Romance

| Dislikes |

- Pointless rules
- Snow
- Too much order
- Snobbish nobility
- Her mother
- Her hair

| Fears |

Evalengeline has a severe case of claustrophobia. Although undiagnosed, she knows to stay away from large crowds and small rooms. There have been many cases in which she has fainted at events such as balls or feasts due to the smothering weight of everyone else's presence.

And despite the fact that she would never admit it, Evangeline hates thunderstorms. Lightning scares her to death.

| Personality |

A fierce temper and fiery passion are not traits that are easy to tame - yet Evangeline must for the sake of her position in court. Her mother had always smacked her, claiming she was the devils child with her flame-coloured hair and wicked stubbornness. Of course, Eve is not in any ways evil or wicked and in fact has a very good heart. Little can sway her on what is right and wrong and she values following ones heart above everything else.

Evangeline has been brought up being taught that her top priority should be the future queen's happiness. It is obvious to her that Julianna's life is far more important than her own, so it should be treated as such. Almost everything she does is for her lady's sake, however there is a part of her that wishes for more. She has never been in love before and, in fact, has never even been at the receiving end of a man's attention. Something inside her is determined to change that, hopefully sooner rather than later.

The vehemence of which she feels towards doing the right thing does come with its drawbacks, however. Evangeline seems to feel things far more fiercely than any other normal person - when she loves, she devotes her whole heart to the recipient; yet when she is angry, she becomes cold and almost heartless in a matter of seconds. Despite the strength she may display, Eve is a very fragile girl. Her golden heart and yearning for love is precious and must be protected at all costs, for if it is lost, no one will want to cross the girl that's left behind.

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| Background |

Evangelines childhood was not a pleasant one, to say the least. Her father was a lord - one relatively close to the royal family, at that - and her mother had not even a drop of noble blood in her. Their story was one that Eve had been told countless times - her father risked everything to be with the beautiful peasant girl with the red hair that was her mother, all for the sake of love. That didn't help the fact that, by the time that Eve was ten, her father would spend most of his time out drinking and her mother would do her very best to bring up Evangeline as a proper lady, as if she could wipe away the half of her that was not of nobility.

Such a strict upbringing did not go well with Eve and she rebelled in every way she could until her mother, exasperated beyond belief, sent the child of twelve to court with little more than a peck of the cheek and a warning to keep her hair hidden. From there, Lady Evangeline had to work her way to the position she should have been born into. Very much by accident, she became close to the beautiful girl at court that was a few years her senior and the two would spend hours playing and gossiping together for many years.

It was not until Evangeline was enquired about her relationship with the future queen that she realised who this girl really was - she had always just known her as Lady Julia. Upon hearing of Eve's noble blood, she was promoted to Lady in Waiting to Julianna Hardin and has spent the past seven years in her service.

| Extra |

1920's - the Jazz Age. F*ck yeah.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud II

I'm back.

Lady in Waiting, Evangeline Farthing

_{{ ”A passionate woman is worth the chaos.” }}

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| Name |

Lady Evangeline Farthing

| Nickname |

Everyone informally calls her Eve, or even 'Lady Eve' at times.

| Age |

Twenty-five years old

| Gender |

Female.

| Sexuality |

Heterosexual

| Kingdom |

Sliabh

| Alliance |

She cares little for kingdoms - her loyalty lies with her lady.

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| In Depth Appearance |

Fiery red hair, fierce green eyes and sharp features ensure that, once noticed, Eve cannot be easily forgotten. She stands slightly short at a mere 5'4" (a positive attribute for that of a lady in waiting), with a lithe, slender figure that one would normally associate with a working girl. For many years she has tried to tame the mass of auburn curls that fall about her face, however nothing has worked so she has been forced to learn how to pin back the flame-coloured ringlets.

Cosmetics are not something that Eve is particularly familiar with - she is a lady in waiting, so it is part of her job to make the future queen look stunning next to the likes of her. The dresses she wears are relatively expensive, yet simple and often in colours of blue or green to match her eyes. All in all, she has an abundance of features with the potential to drop jaws, however tends to downplay these features for the sake of her position in court and commitment to the future queen herself.

| Habits |

In her younger years, Eve was known for often zoning out in one of her daydreams. She'd be teased - not unkindly - for her little moments where she'd be so wrapped up in her own mind that she had no idea what was going on around her. She still has these moments, however less frequently after being told off many times for the disrespect of it, and she is still in a world of her own.

Another thing that can be noticed about Eve is that she fidgets. A lot. Her fingers seem to always be playing with something or drumming against a surface - it's a nervous habit that so many are surprised to see as she carried herself with such confidence.

| Hobbies |

Singing - Lady Evangeline is often asked to perform for the court with her beautiful voice. She is only permitted to sing traditional songs, of course, but her journal is full of secret poetry and lyrics she confides in writing.

Being outdoors - Eve's upbringing may have been harsh, but it has given her a passion for exploration that no one would ever be able to put out. When she is not by her lady's side, she will allow always be found picking flowers in the garden or even (when she is sure that no one is watching, of course) climbing trees.

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| Likes |

- Sunshine
- Loyalty
- Singing
- Song-writing
- Horseback riding
- Romance

| Dislikes |

- Pointless rules
- Snow
- Too much order
- Snobbish nobility
- Her mother
- Her hair

| Fears |

Evalengeline has a severe case of claustrophobia. Although undiagnosed, she knows to stay away from large crowds and small rooms. There have been many cases in which she has fainted at events such as balls or feasts due to the smothering weight of everyone else's presence.

And despite the fact that she would never admit it, Evangeline hates thunderstorms. Lightning scares her to death.

| Personality |

A fierce temper and fiery passion are not traits that are easy to tame - yet Evangeline must for the sake of her position in court. Her mother had always smacked her, claiming she was the devils child with her flame-coloured hair and wicked stubbornness. Of course, Eve is not in any ways evil or wicked and in fact has a very good heart. Little can sway her on what is right and wrong and she values following ones heart above everything else.

Evangeline has been brought up being taught that her top priority should be the future queen's happiness. It is obvious to her that Julianna's life is far more important than her own, so it should be treated as such. Almost everything she does is for her lady's sake, however there is a part of her that wishes for more. She has never been in love before and, in fact, has never even been at the receiving end of a man's attention. Something inside her is determined to change that, hopefully sooner rather than later.

The vehemence of which she feels towards doing the right thing does come with its drawbacks, however. Evangeline seems to feel things far more fiercely than any other normal person - when she loves, she devotes her whole heart to the recipient; yet when she is angry, she becomes cold and almost heartless in a matter of seconds. Despite the strength she may display, Eve is a very fragile girl. Her golden heart and yearning for love is precious and must be protected at all costs, for if it is lost, no one will want to cross the girl that's left behind.

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| Background |

Evangelines childhood was not a pleasant one, to say the least. Her father was a lord - one relatively close to the royal family, at that - and her mother had not even a drop of noble blood in her. Their story was one that Eve had been told countless times - her father risked everything to be with the beautiful peasant girl with the red hair that was her mother, all for the sake of love. That didn't help the fact that, by the time that Eve was ten, her father would spend most of his time out drinking and her mother would do her very best to bring up Evangeline as a proper lady, as if she could wipe away the half of her that was not of nobility.

Such a strict upbringing did not go well with Eve and she rebelled in every way she could until her mother, exasperated beyond belief, sent the child of twelve to court with little more than a peck of the cheek and a warning to keep her hair hidden. From there, Lady Evangeline had to work her way to the position she should have been born into. Very much by accident, she became close to the beautiful girl at court that was a few years her senior and the two would spend hours playing and gossiping together for many years.

It was not until Evangeline was enquired about her relationship with the future queen that she realised who this girl really was - she had always just known her as Lady Julia. Upon hearing of Eve's noble blood, she was promoted to Lady in Waiting to Julianna Hardin and has spent the past seven years in her service.

| Extra |

1920's - the Jazz Age. F*ck yeah.

@HushedWhispers

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

The collab has been posted! Lissa and Maddox certainly make a...dramatic pair xD <3

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

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Location: Abhainn's Ballroom
Interacting with: Each other, Lady Alice Allaire {@Lionhearted}, Prince Antoine {@vFear}

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It was a blessing that Antoine excused himself then. How awkward it would be for Maddox's future nephew to witness him rekindling a relationship with a past lover. It certainly wasn't something he wanted Julianna hearing of from anyone.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Antoine," the king replied, inclining his head subtly. Maddox had just begun to turn towards Lissa when Antoine caught his attention once more. He gave a slight nod. "Of course. I hope that you and I can be quite frank about these matters with each other. It is a good thing to be able to trust family."

It was as Antoine moved away that he looked back towards Lissa and couldn't help but make a slight face in passing. Perhaps they would be able to trust each other about most things at least. He met her gaze for a moment as she took a step closer. As her eyes brushed along his form, he too took the opportunity to take all of her in. He had missed this.

"Hello, Lissa," he returned softly. Maddox moved his hand slightly, yearning to take her hand in his, but he clenched his fist and brought it back to his side. "Do I?" He gave a soft laugh. "Does it show that much?" Maddox looked back to her again in response to her lilting tone.

"It has been such a long time," he breathed. How he wanted to take her hand and run off with her like they were teenagers again and had no obligations. But then she mentioned Julianna and his smile faltered. His lips pursed, but he kept a steady gaze ahead as he watched Julianna move through the crowd.

"Yes, she...she is." And she was. He felt a pang of disappointment in himself, for she certainly seemed to be a good woman. But he could feel his emotions for Lissa bubbling up. Maddox let his hand reach for her hand, pulling it towards him in what he hoped could be taken as a respectful gesture. "So are you."

The achingly familiar touch of a hand dragged Lissa out of her frantic thoughts, and, automatically, her fingers loosened to mold into his grasp. Her eyes, for a second, rested on his lips - an action out of habit, she told herself as she forced her gaze up to meet his. She yearned to just melt into him so that they could dance under the stars forevermore, or run away to somewhere there wasn't prying eyes watching or beautiful princesses stealing Maddox away from her. Instead, she let out a deep sigh and gently withdrew her hand. She knew better than to believe in fairytales.

"You're too kind, your majesty." Her sentence stopped abruptly, her lips left slightly parted as if she wished to say more. She did not, however, and allowed a brief silence to shroud the pair of them. Then, speaking suddenly as if she wanted to get the words out before she changed her mind, Lissa's mouth worked frantically.

"You know, I'm -... well....I -" she hesitated, taking a second to figure out how she would put what she intended to express into words, before blushing daintily and continuing.

"I'm sorry, Madds. I'm sorry for being so frivolous and reckless and stupid. I'm sorry that I had to leave to some foreign kingdom and, most of all, I - I'm sorry for not saying goodbye." Biting her lip, she kept on talking, one part of her mind sighing with relief at the feeling of finally being able to express herself, while another was screaming at her to shut up.

"I wish things were how they used to be, you know? I really do. But I suppose they can't. Of course they can't...can they?"

The question that trailed off at the end of her spiel held a note of vulnerable hopefulness that she could only cringe at. She knew with upmost certainty that things would never be the same, and with that certainty came the shame of her outburst as she lowered her gaze to the ground.

Within a second, however, she was smoothing down her skirts and straightening up again - all signs of vulnerability vanished. For the first time in what seemed like months she welcomed the familiar coldness of her court stature in, and lifted her head once more to address the King with that soft voice paired with a rare, mixed accent that she possessed.

"On the other hand, I must congratulate you on your engagement. It must be truly wonderful to be able to unite our kingdoms like this."

He probably thought she was deranged by now with her ever-changing manner of speaking, but it was merely her way of struggling to gain control of herself. She wasn't used to being this flustered - she had never felt this way around her husband (or any other man, for that matter). The one thing she yearned for now was to just dance like she used to - it would free her mind from the confusion, her heart from the ache, and her fingers from trembling as they were now. She had made a vow to herself, however. Lissa would not dance so carelessly any more. It was improper.

To feel her hand is his once more was a sensation he hadn't thought he would experience again. Their eyes locked in a moment of intimacy, and he could swear it felt just like it had in the years before she had gotten married and moved away. Maddox felt the urge to pull her in or to pull her after him as they raced away from the ball, seeking the company only of each other.

But then she pulled her hand away, and the moment dried up and died before he could process it all. "Lissa..." he started, trailing off as she spoke suddenly and abruptly. Maddox waited, hoping she might finish her statement, but there was a silence that descended over them, masking what had been such a tender moment for a few heartbeats.

Her emotions spilled over all at once, and he found himself taking a small step backwards as if to compensate for the sheer power of her panicked apologies. The moment was shattering, he was thrown once more into the present, to the horrid realization that the only reason they were here was to celebrate him marrying some foreigner against his will because some damn treaty said he had to.

”Lissa...stop,” he started to say, his voice registering much quieter than he had hoped. Maddox cleared his throat gently, as if generating a new wave of gusto or motivation to speak up. "We can...we can have what we once had. What I had for you...that isn’t dead, Lissa.” Maddox struggled to salvage the moment, floundering slightly as he struggled to find a response.

But whatever transpired for Lissa in those few moments was enough to revert her to someone he had never known. She was no longer an anxious young girl, and instead, he saw her as the woman who had returned from so many years in Sliabh. She was cold, and he hated it greatly.

"Thank you, my Lady," he replied, his voice becoming one of a true royal now, losing its familiarity far too quickly for his tastes. Why did it have to end like this? "I hope the union will be prosperous for both kingdoms." Maddox's focus was broken by Alice's approach, and he turned suddenly to look her way, catching her gaze as she curtsied to him, flashing the way her dress cut almost too low to be considered proper. Blood rushed to his face instinctively, and he returned her gesture with a slight inclination of his head.

"You are far too kind, my Lady." He beamed back at her, his smile only broadening as she winked his way. She was his close companion, a friend he had been able to count on for years - especially in Lissa's absence. And yet he found himself blushing like a boy at her. Perhaps it was the wine - his head was still spinning gently, and his encounter with Lissa had not made that any easier.

His retreat from the passion he had spoken with hurt her more than it should have - and she found that every cold word spoken was as if a dagger had pierced her heart. Lissa was not surprised, however, at his withdrawal. It was necessary, wasn't it? Anything else would be stupid.

She let her gaze fall to the floor. "Yes. As do I."

Lissa was just turning to leave when a voice, infuriatingly familiar, made itself known to their left. The audacity. It took every ounce of Amaryliss' willpower to stop her lip from curling in disgust at the woman - despising the fact that she was outshining Lissa in every aspect possible. Her dress, her mask, her hair, and even the way she held herself was superior to Amaryliss and it was maddening. Her irritation was magnified as Lady Alice swept into a graceful curtesy and adopted a tone dropping with silken seduction.

Lissa didn't even bother to return the empty smile to Alice, for fear that her face may split in two. Instead, she accepted the malicious sweep of the Lady's sharp gaze with her usual look of superior contempt. Her jaw clenched momentarily at the flirtatious glances she insisted on shooting the King and moreso his reaction to them, yet that was the only signal of annoyance she dared to display. There was no way hat she would allow this harlot to be alone with Maddox, so all previous thoughts of a hasty escape vanished.

"Yes. You did seem rather...flustered upon our last encounter, Lady Alice. It's rather flattering that my presence could have such an effect on you." As she spoke, Lissa didn't bother to even meet the dame's eye, her gaze fixed on Maddox, until the end of her original statement. She then continued, with a complacent tone and a burning stare, to answer Alice's question. "Nevertheless, I feel as at home as I did back when we were young. Abhainn will always be where I belong - nothing could change that."

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

I'm just waiting for @Scarlet Loup's next part in the collab. It's getting there slowly but surely, I think!

Witches, Vampires and Werewolves! Oh, my!

@HushedWhispers most definitely still interested

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

I'm currently working on a collab with @Scarlet Loup which will take place before Alice approaches Amaryllis and Maddox. Hopefully it'll be up in the next few days - sorry for the wait everyone <3

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