Post by Eleanor Holland on Aug 29, 2014 11:00:38 GMT -6
It was a fine dinner, a good feast. It was often what what consumed at the estate of the Duke of Exeter, who was now her brother, since her father had unfortunately passed away only six years ago. Henry Holland always welcomed his sister home, often expressing his desire to marry her off somewhere since Father was no longer present. Though even Henry aimed for somewhere high, after all, Eleanor was working for the queen. His father had successfully married their sister into the great Neville,family and Eleanor, still a maid of nineteen, was just awaiting the correct husband. This was the topic of discussion at the dinner table, to which the girl would answer, "I will do what you wish of me, dear brother," accompanied by a small bow of the head. He often laughed about her attitude, though he knew this was due to her having spent so much time in court. One could not say the wrong thing, even with a king like Henry VI who the nobles collectively considered weak and easily manipulated. The conversation was going well, at least until one of the servants rushed into the room, bowing her head to Henry Holland and shyly updating the family with the latest news of court. Queen Margaret had attempted to take regency of the throne, meaning nobles were turning away from her and towards York. Eleanor excused herself and packed her things, insisting to her brother that she needed to be at her majesty's side for such an event, to which her brother nodded and dismissed her simply.
Tying her travelling cloak around her neck, the girl hopped onto a readied horse and quickly made her way back to London on horseback. She had worried for her queen, knowing that she must have been feeling frustration as the nobles were siding against her. It was the last thing she would ever have liked, and if the nobles decided to side against the king too, it could just as well lead to a civil war between the Houses of Lancaster and the Houses of York. It was an unwise move, but Eleanor never doubted her queen's ability to rule. She would have been a suitable regent. Perhaps it was just because she was a pregnant woman that men weren't content with the idea.
When Eleanor arrived in London, it was late. She had taken what she believed was a shortcut, though this was clearly poorly chosen. She was lost, hopelessly so. She found herself in one of the poorer regions in London, where peasants roamed the streets and Eleanor herself had to be careful where she stood. Her cloak concealed her identity as a royal lady-in-waiting and so she felt a little safer, though the fact she was a woman gave some risk. Nevertheless, she had to find a place to stay for the night. It was better to find a way to the castle in the morning with light, and safer too, and before long, she found an Inn. It was called 'The Lotus Inn' and seemed like a perfectly respectable place. She entered and upon finding what looked like a gambling den, she was hesitant. Though inside, there was a beautiful tavern wench, who assured her of her safety. Eleanor was doubtful, but she knew the queen could wait. After all, it was only one night.
The last day the Lady Eleanor Holland had spent in 1453 she had remembered to a great detail. Granted, this was her first night at camp, her first attempt at sleep and it had ended with Eleanor quietly sobbing in mourning to herself in her strangely comfortable bed. It upset her greatly that everyone was gone. Everything she knew was gone. People had changed in their society and expectations and Eleanor wasn't sure about what exactly to do with herself. She had no purpose. Not now. Of course, she would have to find one. But until then, she didn't know what to do.
Eleanor quickly dressed into her normal clothing, one of her casual medieval era dresses, which she wore comfortably but was enough to look reasonably attractive, which the ladies-in-waiting collectively enjoyed doing. Well, in fact it was what she had worn earlier that day. The girl then wrapped a cloak around herself and pulled up the hood, feeling it the most suitable attire for a walk in the dark. It was late, but not incredibly so. It had probably not even passed the midnight hour just yet. When she left the cabin, Eleanor could see that campers were still at the camp fire, talking among themselves and some still laughing away and jesting with each other, but instead of joining them for a little amusement, she quietly headed off to the beach, which she had discovered earlier that day. On her way there, she passed a small number of demigods and creatures, who were heading off to their accommodation to the night or for a little late night adventure in the forest of the camp. The forest being something Eleanor herself didn't dare to go near just yet for fear of being labelled a mere "damsel in distress". Compared to many of the women in this era who wore armor and fought, Eleanor didn't want to seem so weak in comparison.
Upon her arrival at the beach, the daughter of Athena found a comfortable spot and sat herself down, keeping her hood up and her gaze fixed on the blissful waves crawling on and off the sand of the beach. It was serene, remarkably so. It made Eleanor feel peaceful and it allowed her some time to her thoughts. It was unlikely that anyone was going to interrupt her here, and if they did, then she would dignify them with a conversation and, of course, she usual respect she gave to anyone who spoke to her. For now, however, she was alone, and though she didn't enjoy the feeling of being lonely, a minute or two to herself was all she needed.
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OOC: Probably my longest post on this site, but ah well. xDD If anyone's likely to go skulking about at night, feel free to join in. (:
Words: 1007
Tagged: OPEN
Tying her travelling cloak around her neck, the girl hopped onto a readied horse and quickly made her way back to London on horseback. She had worried for her queen, knowing that she must have been feeling frustration as the nobles were siding against her. It was the last thing she would ever have liked, and if the nobles decided to side against the king too, it could just as well lead to a civil war between the Houses of Lancaster and the Houses of York. It was an unwise move, but Eleanor never doubted her queen's ability to rule. She would have been a suitable regent. Perhaps it was just because she was a pregnant woman that men weren't content with the idea.
When Eleanor arrived in London, it was late. She had taken what she believed was a shortcut, though this was clearly poorly chosen. She was lost, hopelessly so. She found herself in one of the poorer regions in London, where peasants roamed the streets and Eleanor herself had to be careful where she stood. Her cloak concealed her identity as a royal lady-in-waiting and so she felt a little safer, though the fact she was a woman gave some risk. Nevertheless, she had to find a place to stay for the night. It was better to find a way to the castle in the morning with light, and safer too, and before long, she found an Inn. It was called 'The Lotus Inn' and seemed like a perfectly respectable place. She entered and upon finding what looked like a gambling den, she was hesitant. Though inside, there was a beautiful tavern wench, who assured her of her safety. Eleanor was doubtful, but she knew the queen could wait. After all, it was only one night.
The last day the Lady Eleanor Holland had spent in 1453 she had remembered to a great detail. Granted, this was her first night at camp, her first attempt at sleep and it had ended with Eleanor quietly sobbing in mourning to herself in her strangely comfortable bed. It upset her greatly that everyone was gone. Everything she knew was gone. People had changed in their society and expectations and Eleanor wasn't sure about what exactly to do with herself. She had no purpose. Not now. Of course, she would have to find one. But until then, she didn't know what to do.
Eleanor quickly dressed into her normal clothing, one of her casual medieval era dresses, which she wore comfortably but was enough to look reasonably attractive, which the ladies-in-waiting collectively enjoyed doing. Well, in fact it was what she had worn earlier that day. The girl then wrapped a cloak around herself and pulled up the hood, feeling it the most suitable attire for a walk in the dark. It was late, but not incredibly so. It had probably not even passed the midnight hour just yet. When she left the cabin, Eleanor could see that campers were still at the camp fire, talking among themselves and some still laughing away and jesting with each other, but instead of joining them for a little amusement, she quietly headed off to the beach, which she had discovered earlier that day. On her way there, she passed a small number of demigods and creatures, who were heading off to their accommodation to the night or for a little late night adventure in the forest of the camp. The forest being something Eleanor herself didn't dare to go near just yet for fear of being labelled a mere "damsel in distress". Compared to many of the women in this era who wore armor and fought, Eleanor didn't want to seem so weak in comparison.
Upon her arrival at the beach, the daughter of Athena found a comfortable spot and sat herself down, keeping her hood up and her gaze fixed on the blissful waves crawling on and off the sand of the beach. It was serene, remarkably so. It made Eleanor feel peaceful and it allowed her some time to her thoughts. It was unlikely that anyone was going to interrupt her here, and if they did, then she would dignify them with a conversation and, of course, she usual respect she gave to anyone who spoke to her. For now, however, she was alone, and though she didn't enjoy the feeling of being lonely, a minute or two to herself was all she needed.
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OOC: Probably my longest post on this site, but ah well. xDD If anyone's likely to go skulking about at night, feel free to join in. (:
Words: 1007
Tagged: OPEN
