Courtly Matters Part 6Blue was the color that the noble-wannabes always wore. This was one of the many things that he noticed after weeks of evenings spent playing the role of the bard in the local taverns. When he wasn't singing or spelling a tale to entertain, their was always ample time to observe the other patrons. The nobles never came- to this tavern, at least. It was too far below their ranking, or something along those lines. In truth, they felt out of place- as they ought to. This was the tavern for the locals, where the locals ran their own game of politics. It was like the noble's game of politics, to be sure, but different. Here, the nobles and the Royals were disdainfully put down and their gossip spread like the plague from one household to the next. Instead of the bright, flashy colors that the higher classes were so fond of- as impractical as anything else- the colors here were always muted. Earth tones hid the dirt better, after all. The servants blended in well, save for the occasional tok
Courtly Matters Part 5All movement stopped when the Royal Processional began. Lords and Ladies of the Court pausing, making reverence in one way or another to the passing Royalty, as protocol demanded. Men removed their head-wear before bowing at the waist, while the women dropped into the deepest curtsy that their skirts allowed before suffocation set in. Silence reigned as the Crown made their way to the thrones. The Barons and their Baronesses, the Dukes and their Duchesses- everyone stood as the Crown Royal slowly made their way to the raised dais, their heavy robes flowing out behind them, trailing on the floor that had just been swept after all other nobles had taken their seat. The herald spoke, introducing the Court to the Crown Royal's presence, his voice almost echoing in the vast chamber. He called Court to begin at a nod from the King, and then stepped back, his duty temporarily over as the King chose to address the populace himself for whatever matters of business were to be attended
Jump in the WaterJump in the Water
"Maybe a quick plunge in some lake would help? Thristal suggested. It had been nearly six hours since their return to the safety of the ship, and much to his chagrin, Caravi's inability to do much more then raise a limb had hardly changed during that time.
Caravi frowned at that particular suggestion. "There has to be a better way then that." Gravor, Thristal and Zimot were now tossing out a variety of ideas on how to best help Cararvi, but all had yet to come up with a successful strategy.
"You know... it would probably work." Thristal mused aloud. "It's bound to be a long enough shock to your system. From what you've said already, Caravi, that's all that's really needed."
Caravi shook his his vehemently. "Not that kind of shock- not a physical one. It's a chemical imbalance. A severe one, I have to admit, no thanks to their sedative overkills, but once I should be able to flush out of my system."
Zimot nodded, realizing yet again that Caravi was anything
Courtly Matters Part 4Vidiana the Untitled, unfortunate child of a passing wench wistfully looked on as the assembled Court stretched longer into the day as morning faded into afternoon- well past when the afternoon tea ought to have been served. The nobles were clearly getting impatient as they began to stir in their seats and more and more whispered conversations cropped up. Vidiana silently scoffed. Title nobles they might be, but in name alone. Even the servant's children knew to behave better then they did. The high Lords and Ladies of Court thought so highly of themselves- their arrogance seemed to bleed from them so often, but they were nothing.
Pompous people with pompous titles led to nothing but Court rivalries and political scandals. That's what she thought at least. The servants at least knew how to keep their business to themselves, and if it did become a public ordeal, there were always ways out of it. That was, after all, how she had found herself here- little more then a scullery
Courtly Matters Part 3Sir Jorheim of Yothgard, Herald to the King, stood sharply at attention, watching the proceedings of Court from his vantage point three feet behind the King's throne. He, much like the members of the King's Guard, watched the nobles and other high lords and ladies of the Court with halfhearted interest. They were, by far, the most interesting part of Court in his opinion, and in the case of the guards- the most likely to pose a threat to the Crown.
As he surveyed the assembled members of Court, Sir Jorheim mentally kept note of the various people that caught his attention. In the third row, on the left side, Lady Thaila- a rather heavyset woman in all reality- was close to falling asleep, her head tilted backwards enough that with just the right angle, an archer could easily pierce her throat. Sir Jorheim shook his head slightly, dispelling that thought. There was no need to be quite so on edge- nor anything that remotely called for such thou
Courtly Matters Part 2He was Sir Edward, Head of the Order of the Nightingales. It was supposedly an honourable title, but everyone who knew anything in Court knew the truth behind it. Those who were 'awarded' the title and entry to the Order were rarely, if ever seen. It was a title given to those who would not have been accepted into any other order, short of dying for some great cause. The Order of the Nightingales were largely a wandering folk: those who chose to spend their days gallivanting the kingdoms. They were, in truth, titled nobleman who for whatever reason, chose not to stay in one place for more then a year. To be the Head of such an Order was to become the brunt all all other men's laughter, to become the lowest of noblemen, save for the members of the Order themselves.
Things were no longer going to remain that way though, not while he had a say in things. He was Sir Edward, Head of the Order of the Nightingales, one time herald, one time Champion to the prince (as short as eithe
Courtly Matters Part 1She all but shivered as the cool fingers ghosted the back of her head in a silent blessing, lingering just a moment longer then was strictly necessary- a sign of just how honoured she ought to feel.
"Rise, Baroness," The words were cool, almost distant, but she could feel the Queen's gentle gaze, even as her own head remained bowed, maintaining eye contact with a point mere inches from the Queen's left shoe.
Baroness Lydalia von Gertzweinog gracefully got to her feet, her full skirts billowing out slightly with the movement.
"Rise and join my Court with Our blessings, Baroness Lydalia," the Queen said once more, finally making the proclamation truly official.
"It would be my honour," Lydalia said, dropping into a deep curtsy before she stepped back to join the other Ladies of the Court.
It would be my honour. The other Baronesses silently scoffed amongst themselves. How many times had they spoken the same words, and meant even less by them. Even a fool knew that the title Barone