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Post by Prince Mathieu of Creta on Sept 18, 2011 18:22:07 GMT -5
Superstar d’un soir | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: #ffffff, border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 500px; height: 500px;] Mathieu wandered lazily around the ballroom, champagne in hand. Once in a while, he'd take a sip whilst observing all of the pretty women (and some girls) in their fancy gowns... and wonder what each one looked like underneath (well, those that he didn't already know, of course. The Duke of Bourgogne really hadn't done as well as he must have thought with his new wife.)
He was here, ostensibly, for the wedding of the aforementioned Duke and Duchess. It almost disgusted Mathieu. Not the wedding itself; no, it had been beautiful, and this reception was really quite wonderful as well. No, it was the fact that the forty-five-year-old Duke had married the twenty-seven-year-old former Lady of Marseilles. Perhaps it was both the fact that he was almost twenty years her senior, or perhaps it was the fact that Mathieu himself had slept with a woman who was now almost thirty.
He had been significantly younger then (seventeen), and it had only been once, whilst her father was visiting the court, looking for a suitor for the rather beautiful Lady. Of course, it didn't take long for Mathieu to win her over and see why men weren't crazy about her; it was, in big part, to what those dresses of hers hid (or, rather, made it look like they were hiding), and also in part to her very clingy personality. He shook that thought from his head. He was at a wedding. How many girls in this very ballroom must be sitting there, wishing for someone like him to come and sweep them off of their feet?
He took another sip of his champagne and spotted a very beautiful young woman, whose dress certainly wasn't creating curves that didn't exist. She had golden hair and big brown doe eyes. He was sure that it wouldn't take him long at all to win her over. With a smirk, he finished his champagne and grabbed two flutes from a nearby waiter before heading over to the girl.
He quickly turned his smirk to a smile before offering her a flute. "Would you like some champagne?" He took a sip of his own before looking back at her. "I don't believe we've met... though I'm sure that you know who I am. Le dauphin, Mathieu. However, I don't believe I know your name...?" he trailed off, intentionally setting her up to speak to him.
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[/td][/tr][/table] TAGGED charlotte. WORDS fourohone. OUTFIT coat and tails.
NOTES: I really need to find another picture of Kida Masaomi that I like; this one's getting overused. XD Template by C'est Helle ME! Please don't remove credit! [/center] |
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Post by charlotte on Sept 19, 2011 19:11:34 GMT -5
Charlotte had not even wanted to attend this wedding. She disliked both the duke and his new wife, but she had to attend any way, that was just the way of the world when you were wealthy. She come and acted the part, as her father had instructed, of happy party guest. But had not enjoyed one minute, at least until she saw the prince. She had not approached him though, not wanting to seam desperate, but was certain that by the end of the night they would have at least talked.
Crossing her arms she looked around the ballroom and smiled at all the men that where smiling and waiving at her. She was certain that may on them where keen on her, but she was not interested in any of them. They all found her very attractive, but she did not feel the same way about any of them. Still she blew them the occasional kiss.
Hearing a familiar voice she turned around, her ruby painted lips smiling. She knew the princes voice anywhere. It did not matter that what he was saying made it obvious that he did not even recognize her. "I would love some champagne." she said taking the glass and taking a small sip. "Am i that unrecognizable with my clothes on Prince?" she said giving him a coy smile and taking another sip. |
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Post by Prince Mathieu of Creta on Sept 20, 2011 9:19:52 GMT -5
Superstar d’un soir | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: #ffffff, border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 500px; height: 500px;] As Dauphin (or Crown Prince) of Creta, Mathieu hadn't been required to attend this wedding. It was a great honour for the Duke and Duchess, he was sure (especially considering how grateful the Duke had been to him; Mathieu was sure that if the Duke knew just who had... euh... deflowered his bride, he wouldn't be so honoured to have Mathieu there; but come on. How many twenty-four-year-old Ladies are virgins in this day and age? It was hardly his fault that she didn't tell him!)
As it stood, Mathieu supposed that he was responsible for a fair number of... deflowering, so to speak. However, he would be the first to admit that he wasn't proud of that fact. He loved girls, yes, and he'd sleep with any willing girl within five years of his own age, but virgins tended to get clingy or sentimental. Not to mention that most fathers would want their daughter to marry the first man that they'd slept with, and Mathieu was planning on remaining single for a long time (or, at least until he found a girl who was actually clever and beautiful and good in bed, which he doubted that he would find in the nobility of this country, which was a shame, because he'd never left Creta and would rather be exiled than marry a commoner).
The girl in front of him, he slowly realised, must have been one of the airheads that he'd slept with at some point. He'd been wondering why he hadn't already slept with such a beautiful girl. Mathieu internally cursed himself. He tried very hard to keep track of the girls that he'd slept with; perhaps the champagne was getting to him. He was on his third flute, after all, and he'd had wine earlier. He had slept with her, then. He very nearly frowned, contemplating whether he should look for a new target or stick with this... easy airhead.
He decided on the latter, and quickly regained his charming demeanor. "I tend to remember what a girl looks like late at night, it's true," he allowed, certain that the girl in question would take no insult at his comment. "However, names... they can be a bit more difficult." If he were honest, he barely remembered the names of any girl; it was so much easier just to call her chérie - that way, he wouldn't have to worry about saying the wrong name later on. "I don't believe that I recall yours, chérie," he continued, charming as ever.
If Mathieu were perfectly honest, he did almost long for something out of a storybook: a girl who loved him unconditionally and was actually pleasing to look at and talk to (as it was, most of his discussions were with a few close friends; princes du sang and chevaliers, who were both high ranking and intelligent); not to mention, someone who was rather... innovative in bed, to keep him interested.
However, he doubted that he'd ever find a girl like that, at least in this court (it was almost a shame that Cretan girls were conditioned to be simple-minded), and he doubted that he'd ever get to see a foreign princess (though he had heard, of course, that Drachman girls were intelligent and that Xingese girls were the most erotic and innovative). As it was, he was more than happy to spend his time seducing beautiful young noblewomen and spending almost every night with a different girl. Of course, he took multiple precautions to insure that he didn't accidentally get one of these girls pregnant. That was the last thing that he wanted: to be forced into marrying an idiot just because he got her pregnant.
Mathieu sighed audibly. "So... what brings you to this wedding? The Duke of Merseilles has very few allies, you know." The pain with Creta was that it was almost as divided as Xing. Arranged marriages were common just to create peace between two duchies or counties; it was inconvenient, to put it lightly, and Mathieu was already considering various courses of action to make Creta more harmonious... and therefore, easier to rule.
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[/td][/tr][/table] TAGGED charlotte. WORDS sixninezero. OUTFIT coat and tails.
NOTES: princes du sang: descendant of king, usually a son of a prince who wasn't ruling; in this case, as Mathieu and his father were both only sons, cousins and second-cousins. chevaliers: one from an old and prominent noble family. Template by C'est Helle ME! Please don't remove credit! [/center] |
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Post by charlotte on Sept 22, 2011 18:49:46 GMT -5
When the prince responded Charlotte laughed. It was not that she necessarily found what he was saying as funny, it was just what she did. She had always though it made her seem attractive, she did have an attractive laugh. At least she thought so. Taking a sip of the drink she smiled at him. She had hardy drank enough to even get herself even tipsy, but to others it might see it that way. When he said names where difficult she giggled again and laid a hand on his shoulder. Batting her eyelashes she smiled at him, and laughed and he said he didn’t recall her name.
"Oh prince, can you really not remember. It’s Charlotte. Charlotte of Aquitaine." she said, another of her forced out 'attractive' laughs. Taking her hand off the princes’ shoulder she placed it on her hip, and then took another sip. "Oh I had no choice; my Papa said I had to. But it’s worth it now I know you here Mathieu." She said giggling. She was hoping that her behavior would endear her to the prince even more. She could just tell but the way he looked at her that he already fancied her. "Why don’t we go make out own party somewhere more private." she said and raised a pale blond eyebrow.
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Post by Prince Mathieu of Creta on Oct 9, 2011 10:48:19 GMT -5
Superstar d'un soir | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: #ffffff, border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 500px; height: 500px;] Mathieu found himself thinking about how incredibly stupid this girl was - or at least seemed. Of course, he wasn't going to turn down a perfectly willing girl - especially not when she had the body that this one did - but was it so much to ask for a little intelligence?
He supposed that, were that the case, he wouldn't be able to sleep with nearly so many girls - certainly not pretty ones. Smart girls would doubtlessly be offended at the idea of being just sex to him - especially when so many other girls shared that role. Perhaps when he was older. Maybe he'd even marry a foreign princess - he was certain that some country had to have intelligent noblewomen.
Charlotte... that was an easy enough name. Aquitaine? There was nothing wrong with that, either. Still, he was thankful that he, at least, was smart enough to take precautions to avoid unwanted pregnancy. He wondered briefly how many girls he slept with had tried to get pregnant by him. Not that he could blame them - certainly not - but it was annoying. He was a prince, and sure, he loved a good scandal, but not enough to marry some idiot girl to save the country's reputation.
She called him Mathieu. Why in the world was this girl speaking like they were equals? Sure, she was nobility, but they didn't have an intimate enough personal relationship for her to be on that level. Still, he brushed it off. He wanted to have sex tonight, and he was sure that this Charlotte girl would throw a fit if he moved on to someone else right in front of her. Not to mention... she was rather gorgeous. "I see..." he murmured.
His eyebrows shot up at her suggestion. He knew that he was irresistible, but that was still a bit more forward than he was used to. "That would be lovely, chèrie, however... we might want to wait a few more minutes when the Duke is not looking this way." He offered her a charming smile.
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NOTES: Late and rambly is better than nothing, right?. Template by C'est Helle ME! Please don't remove credit! [/center] |
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