characters are in a fantasy/medieval setting and having a courtly romance.
How to Play - Comment with your character, preferences, etc. Also, be sure to include what "role" your character will be taking on in this little affair.
Lord/lady
Knight (gender neutral, of course)
Prince/princess
Bard or poet
Servant
Commoner (for the ultimate "forbidden romance")
Prompts
When I First Saw Your Face: You are meeting your liege or your knight for the first time. What you see takes your breath away.
Lovesick: Your pining for your beloved has made you ill! You can't eat, you can't sleep, you're in loves throes.
Playing Hard to Get: If you're of nobility, you at least have to pretend you're not interested.
You're So Coy: The art of flirtation is just getting started, but you have to be subtle about it.
In Your Honor: Be it a jousting match or a battle, you're going to win this for your lord/lady's name!
A Token: You must give your knight something for good luck.
A Gift: This is the reverse of the above. You must give your love something.
Keep a Secret: Kisses behind columns, holding hands under the table. You must sneak away little moments together, but you have to keep others in the dark.
Back from War: Your knight has been away in combat, and now they've returned. You want to shower them with affection.
Consumate: Believe it or not, courtly love could have a physical angle, as well. Sometimes physical affairs happened.
To Defend Your Honor: Someone has insulted your fair lady or lord. You know what that means! DUEL.
I'll Protect You: The lands are under an attack, and you must protect the person you love!
Breaking the Rules: You've decided to abandon the pretense of courtly love and actually be with this person, even if that means running away.
[Prince Llewelyn has a few skills he's really mastered over sixteen years of life: Talking his way in and out of trouble. Increasing the riches of his mother's kingdom in ways that aren't precisely princely. Pretending his birth name is Louie, and not Llewelyn.
And - most relevant right now - ignoring his emotions.
But oh, the knight in training who saved his skin recently is making it far more difficult than usual. He can't stop thinking about her, and whenever she's in the immediate vicinity, he can't focus on anyone or anything else. As Prince Dewford, so helpful, points out in a teasing whisper: You're staring again.
Louie looks away from Webby quickly to glare at his brother.]
No, I wasn't!
[Perhaps a bit loud, there.]
louie plays hard to get like one plays monopoly - violently in denial
[Definitely a bit loud there, as Webby glances back, eyebrows raised.]
You weren't what?
[It's a formal affair, with all the stuffiness and corsets and fans over mouths. Webby would rather be in her armor, and she's clearly not used to these kinds of dresses, constantly tugging here and there. If she had any choice, she'd dive out a window and train. But Granny had insisted they attend as a sign of loyalty, and she does want to show her loyalty to the family that took a chance on her!
It had been a long and hard battle to defend the outer borders of the kingdom, but Daniel Renoir, Knight of the Rose and Captain of the Guard, had successfully won with their superior tactics and stronger might. Now they were completing the ride home, hooves thundering through the town, the commonfolk raising their heads and hands to the returning fighters.
Upon reaching the courtyard, the other knights went off to their duties, be they what they may. But Daniel would need to commiserate with others inside, report on the battle, account for the spoils of the fight and so on. It was a long, long day ahead of him. A squire was at hand to lead his horse off, and he gave him instructions to pamper the beast well. Still wearing his armor in case they'd been attacked by stragglers on the way home, he removed his wolf-styled helm thankfully and scrubbed a hand through his thick black hair. Breathing out a sigh, he walked forward to go into the castle proper.
[Webby manages a slight smirk. Out of the triplets, Louie is her secret favorite, for reasons even she's not entirely sure of. He's no angel, but he does have a tendency to make things exciting even if by's accident, and he has taught her the ways of the world her Granny hasn't.]
I'll believe it when I see it. C'mon, stuff like this is the perfect opportunity for you to rub elbows with all the other lords and ladies, you'll totally find a way to take advantage of it.
When the princess had heard that the knights had returned, lead to victory by the Captain, it eased her mind for reasons beyond the successful defense of the kingdom. It's all she can do to behave as a proper princess and continue her lessons, instead of racing through the castle and its grounds to find a certain knight
When she finally was able to slip away and find him, she once again had to fight off the overwhelming desire to do what she couldn't - to grab him in a tender embrace, to cry tears of relief and joy as she told him how worried she'd been. But she can't... Not yet.
Instead, she curtsies slightly, with a smile that barely conceals mischief and - more so - adoration. "Thank you for protecting the kingdom so valiantly, Sir Renoir."
[Louie will meet that slight smirk with a full one of his own, because she does have a very good point. But it's not what activity he most wants to participate in that night... And that realization wipes the smile right off his face.
This isn't fair, why couldn't Webby be a princess? She's so brave, and he can't help admire it, but he knows his mother's advisers won't accept him - or Dewey, for that matter - marrying anyone who isn't a princess. They're not the heir to the throne, so they need to marry someone who is one, after all.
And he realizes, then, that that means this may be his only chance to spend an evening with Webby as anything close to an equal.]
Oh, of course I will. [He shrugs lightly.] But I can't be obvious about it, can I? I'd look way more discrete moving around the ballroom with a dance partner.
[And, because he's already gathered that Webby is extremely oblivious, he holds out his hand to her as a more clear invitation.]
[Scrooge McDuck was one of the most well known nobles in this part of the land. It was hard to ignore stories of entire towers of the castle full of riches, owned by a king who- rumor had it -did so much of his own exploring he was as much out of the fiefdom as he was in. Not only that, but most royals seemed to be known for their iron fists and icy hearts, but Scrooge had an uncanny reputation for trustworthiness, yet another reason his name was known far and wide. Not only for the oddity, but because mercenaries and merchants could feel like they got their fair share with him. ...Or.. close to it, anyway.
So, that's the state of affairs as Scrooge descended through the castle, giving orders to the servants streaming behind him. There was always plenty to do, and there was no time to sit on his considerable tail. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and watched them all go off to do their assorted tasks. Nodding to himself, he started headed for another section of the castle to check on yet more that needed to be done.]
[Most of the servants treat Scrooge with the utmost respect and admiration, some not even daring to meet his eyes.
Magica is not one of those.]
You still haven't had dinner.
[Rounding the corner, arms crossed, she was one of the rare ones who not only openly spoke to Scrooge but went as far as arguing with him. Perhaps this would have gotten others fired, but for one reason or another she was kept on. Even she wasn't sure why.
Though she couldn't complain, since she'd yet to complete her 'assignment'.]
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