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Giselle Auclair

"There is so much in this world. I just want to explore it all!"

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a character in “Of Glory”, as played by °ẞ0llisīic°

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"Even the smallest things are worth enjoying."




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Full Name:
Giselle Rosetta Auclair

Nicknames:
Princess Giselle || Used by subjects of the kingdom.
Ella || Used by her father.
My Little Rose || Used by her mother.

Gender:
Female

Age:
Seven Years of Age

Rank/Title:
Princess of Seabel

Sexual Orientation:
Not yet knowledgeable of what this concept is.

Kingdom/Alliance:
Seabel




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Hair Color:
Dark Brunette

Eye Color:
Hazel Green

Height:
Three Foot Eight

Weight:
Seventy-Four Lbs.

Tattoos:
N/A

Piercings:
She has piercings on her earlobes.

Scars:
N/A

Description:
Giselle is a young girl with short, curly brown hair and green eyes. Her face is round and petite while her lips are a soft, tinted pink. Her skin is fair, and pale without blemishes. She is 3"8 and is very light. People occasionally say that she is adorable; a bright bundle of joy. Her dresses are usually white, or a light shade of any other color. It consists of long sleeves plus pearls or jewels sewed onto it. For special occasions, she'll wear a scarlet cape with golden designs and a golden medal of types holding it together. While roaming the castle or playing outside, she's barefoot. Her crown is silver, made to look like a circle of small leaves. For her archery lessons, her attire is a simple dress with a belt to hold supplies. Giselle isn't ecstatic about the dresses, but she does like it.


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Personality:
{Adventurous, Kind, Innocent, Perceptive}

Giselle is of the adventurous kind. She loves exploring new places and traveling as well. She roams the castle most of the time and tries finding secret passageways or rooms. When she gets older, she wants to explore as much as she can. She knows that there is a lot in the world, and she wants to see everything. Her dream is to go on a grand and wild adventure some day.

She is also very kind. Seeing as she has never seen true hate and rudeness, she was raised as a nice young lady. No matter who they are, she'll treat them as one of her own family. Her generosity and care for everyone is appreciated and looked up to by most of Seabel. It also seems to be her downfall. You could easily trick her into doing something for you, as long as it isn't too extreme.

Of course, she is innocent. She's only a child, and doesn't know the full dangers of this world. She's more vulnerable to many things and is hopefully well protected by the people of the castle. Because she's so young at this certain time where things could possibly go haywire, her parents tend to get worried whenever she goes outside, or is alone whenever they may take her with them when traveling. But, she knows she can take care of herself enough not to get into trouble. That's what she has archery for.

Lastly, Giselle is perceptive. She analyzes objects and people to learn more about them. She can see how one is feeling by facial expression, tone of voice, and body language. She was happy she learned to do such a task on her own because she knows it'll come handy in the future. But, she can easily look over someone if they are a great actor. She can also notice small things like cracks in the wall or a soft squeak in the floor. Perception really is a gift she has.
Hobbies:
Reading
Roaming The Castle
Singing

Habits:
She hums when it's especially quiet wherever she is in the castle.
She balances along the tops of fences and edges whenever she sees one.
When she reads a book, she'll sit upside down.

Oddities:
She has an odd sickness where she'll get a small fever at least once a month. It's the worst during winter.

Likes/Loves:
  • Archery
  • Flowers
  • Exploring
  • Books
  • Music/Singing
Dislikes/Hates:
  • Soup
  • Bugs
  • Arguments
  • Arrogance
  • Inconsiderate People




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Biography
Place Of Origin:
Seabel

History:

Giselle was born as the first and only daughter of the rulers of Seabel. Her birth was a joyous announcement for the kingdom, and it was celebrated happily. Her mother was overcome with happiness when she came into the world. Her first few years of life was spent mostly with her parents. Great memories of playing and bonding with her parents were some of the best. She didn't have any friends her age since she wasn't allowed to go out of the castle a lot, but she did make friends with the staff who was in charge of the upkeep of the place. She didn't mind at all.

As she got older, her parents left her to do things on her own. After all, they usually had very important business to tend to. She knew it was important, but Giselle did feel a little lonely. Her sadness only grew when she overheard an argument between her parents once. But, she eventually got better. She spends her time roaming around the castle exploring every crack and corner with interest. The staff has gotten used to trying to find her every single day. The rest of the kingdom loves the princess as well. But of course, there are the few that don't. Giselle only focuses on the positive side of things though.

Because she's only seven, she hasn't experienced much in life yet. She hopes to learn and explore many new things when she comes of age. It's her dream to travel the world seeing what it has to offer. She has yet to tell her parents and see what they think of it. Giselle hopes they don't decide to keep her cooped up in the castle like a damsel in distress her whole life.

Happiest Memory(ies):
Spending time with her parents whenever she has the chance to.

Saddest Memory:
Accidentally over hearing her mother and father arguing once.




Face Claim: Georgie Henley as Lucy Pevensie

So begins...

Giselle Auclair's Story

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Juliana eyed Lucas as he placed his hand within hers and his hand upon her hip then eased them into the dance. Her face told the whole story as she wondered when he learned to dance. Of course, that wasn't really an important matter to attend to right now as she continued to look at him when he started speaking. She rolled her eyes when Lucas stated that they have never been the best communicators, which was true but she didn't despise her brother, since he was of her blood, after all.

His next question caught her off guard as she was spun around by him then stopped dancing and pushed herself away from him. She gave the look of really as she walked back up to him and whispered within his ear. "Lucas, such matters shouldn't be discussed out here in the open." She muttered while taking a hold of his hand and basically dragging him into an empty room, making sure no one else was present then closed the door behind them and eyed Lucas.

"I didn't leave home because of you, Lucas. I left home because of father's death and didn't feel the need to stay there and watch you rule. I wanted my own Kingdom to rule so that's why I left with Cyprian and my daughter. I always wanted to rule Falor since birth but then you were born and I lost my chance." Juliana would walk closer to her brother, Lucas, now and wrap her hands with his. "I honestly didn't like it when you were born as I knew that you were going to be the heir of Falor. But if it's an alliance you seek then I am all for that, as well." She muttered with a smile, looking up towards her darling brother now as she bit her bottom lip nervously.

Lucas crossed his arms as he listened to his sister explain her departure from home. A weight seemed to rise off his shoulders as she spoke. She didn't hate him. Or at least, it wasn't the reason she left. He suddenly felt selfish, but he had already opened the door, it was time to walk through it. "Juliana.. I'm sorry." He whispered. "I didn't realize that I had taken something you wanted. To be truthful, I always looked up to you and thought you would be an excellent queen until Mother said I was to rule."

Juliana heard his apology and just looked at him as she rose her hand up to his face, caressing it with a smile. She did, at one point and time, adored her brother but when he was deemed the next King, the next one to the throne of Falor, she disliked him. But she'd never tell him that out loud. Her eyes went towards Lucas as she shook her head. "Wouldn't it have been obvious? I was the first born and I wanted that throne more than anything else. And of course you always looked up to me. I couldn't be away from you for two minutes without you starting to whimper or cry like a little puppy." She told him bluntly while looking at him now as his lips parted for him to speak.

He ran his hands through his hair, knocking his mask from his face. It fell to the ground with a soft thump, but he didn't reach for it. Instead he just kicked it to the side so neither of the siblings would step on it. "But you never said anything. At least not to me. Not even a goodbye." He looked back towards the door. "I never even got to see Giselle before you left."

He looked back at her and clutched her hands. "We could've changed the law or.. I don't know something. You just left me. Alone." He sounded weak and he hated it, but he needed her to know that her leaving left him feeling hollow. "Father was dead, Mother's disappeared, and then you and your family vanished. Then you were here and creating your own world. A world without me in it. I thought you hated me, Juliana." He took a deep breath and released her hands, he tucked his pain back inside his heart and smiled the way a king would smile without a worry in the world. "An alliance it is, dear Julianna."

Her eyes looked as the mask hit the ground as she would've reached down and gotten it for him but he kicked it off to the side. "What could I say, Lucas? Father's dead, Mother's gone and so am I? I saw an opportunity to rule so I took it." She said then locked her gaze with him as he mentioned Giselle.

"Well, I didn't think you cared since when she was born, you were at a council meeting. A council meeting! That made it seem like you didn't care for her birth so that's why I never showed her to you. That's why I kept her closer to me." Juliana about had tears in her eyes as she held them back while her eyes gazed upon her brother now. "I could never hate you, Lucas. You are my brother, after all. I wanted to be there for you but I couldn't be your Queen. That would've been gross and how would the world have looked at us then." She dropped her hands back by her side as she smirked at Lucas.

Lucas chuckled. "Well that would be totally unfair to the other kingdoms. They'd be outmatched." He joked. "But seriously that's not what I meant. I would've stepped down if I had known." He sighed, then and said, "As for Giselle, you know I would've been there, but Father would've flayed me if I had missed that meeting with the council. He also, kept it hidden from me until after the meeting had come to a close."

"You'll have to talk matters with my husband if you want an alliance." She said as she turned heel and over to one of the windows, her eyes peered outside of it now. She knew this day would come and she'd thought that she'd be ready but truthfully, she wasn't. She felt like she won this little argument inside as she smiled at the thought then cleared her throat as she continued to look out the window.

He followed his sister to the window, "Speaking of tall, blonde, and king regent, how is Cyprian? He's okay with you wearing the pants isn't he?" He nudged her with his shoulder playfully. "Oh! Did you hear? I'm engaged. To Ris of all people." He shook his head, but he was smilling.

Juliana chuckled at Lucas' question then pushed his arm, which really didn't budge him, a little. "He's okay, I guess. We've unfortunately grown apart." She muttered softly while her head lowered with a sigh as her head perked up when she realized that they've been away from the party for quite some time. "Uhm, maybe we should go back to the ball. I am sure people are looking for us or something." She waved her hand towards him while reaching down and grabbing his mask, handing it to him now. Juliana placed her arm out for Lucas to link with his own arm as she waited until he did so they he could lead them back into the ballroom.

Lucas frowned at the new information about her husband, but didn't say much. It wasn't uncommon. He silently hoped that things would improve for his sister. He was very pleased with how their conversation went. He smiled at his sister and held his arm out to her. "Shall we?" Once linked, he pushed the door opened and walked them back out to the ball. He bowed to her and kissed her hand respectfully. "I shall leave you to converse with your guests, my dear sister. And I shall find Cyprian." He turned on his heel and strode to where he last saw the king regent.

Juliana nodded her head at Lucas as they linked arms and he pushed the door and walked them back out into the ballroom. When he bowed, she curtsied as a soft gasp came from her lips when he kissed her hand. It was unexpected and she nodded her head towards him. "Be safe, little brother." Was she had the time to say before he ventured off to find her husband, Cyprian. She wondered who she could venture out to within this moment.

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Giselle pulled at the sleeves of her dress. Being around so many people at one time was something new to her, and she wasn't very comfortable. Being the shortest person there, and a child at that, earned her a couple of stares here and there. She stood at one corner of the ballroom at the moment, as she scanned the hall for any familiar faces. Giselle spotted her mother across the room, with a few others at her side. She silently hoped her friends wouldn't mind the intrusion, and walked over. She walked through people dancing and socializing, soon seeing her father and the lady in waiting alone talking. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Giselle shook her head and continued on towards her mother.

Before she could reach her mother, a young man began dancing with her. Almost immediately, they walked into a more private environment. Who was that man mother was talking to? Giselle asked herself this, and moved off to the wall to wait. Once her mother and the man appeared again, she hurried towards her mother before she'd miss her again. Giselle pulled a little on her mother's sleeve to get her attention. "Mother? Who was that man? He looked a little like you.." Giselle let what she said sink in, before she apologized. "Ah! I'm sorry for prying, mother, but I'm rather curious." As Giselle waited for an answer, she thought about who he might be.

He looked a little like her mother, and she contemplated this. A relative? What relative does she know that looks like him? She knew of not a single person. The only evidence she'd have was what her mother would tell her, if she would give her any information on that man's identity.

(Sorry it's so short)

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Juliana was standing nearby as her eyes watched her brother and husband converse with one another. She eyed Lady Ellie but didn't know if she had saw her or not, so she just turned away for now and knew that they were going to make the best decision for their respective Kingdoms. Yes, she ruled Seabel by herself, it seemed at times but she wanted Cyprian to have at least a little input on the matter. While she raised a goblet to her lips, she sipped the liquid inside then let out a sigh. She continued to watch her brother and husband closely but was quickly pulled from her thoughts by her precious jewel, Giselle.

She smiled warmly at Giselle's question as she knelt in front of her now. "How adorable you look, Giselle." She said first as she admired her daughter's attire then rose up to stand upright now as she smiled again. "That's my brother, Lucas. Your uncle." She muttered towards her daughter while she noticed that Lucas and Cyprian had disappeared. With a raised brow of curiosity, she looked down at Giselle once again. "No need to be sorry. You have a vast array of wonders up there." She pointed to her head with a smile then chuckled.

"Come, darling." She extended her hand out for Giselle to grab as once she did, she'd lead her over towards to where Lady Ellie was placed. Juliana would smile once she approaches Lady Ellie while looking at her. "So, are you enjoying the ball so far, Lady Ellie?" She'd ask with a smile while looking down at Giselle, just to make sure she was still there and have not wondered off. "Oh, where is Cyprian and Lucas? I want to show Lucas his beautiful niece." She'd wave her hand over towards Giselle before her eyes went back to stare with Lady Ellie's, awaiting immediate answers.

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Ellie knotted her hands together at her front, her palms making a slight indent in the skirt of the dress that she wore as she watched on. Her head was tilted down, her teeth making a slight indent in her bottom lip. She was a little worried for her Cy at Lucas’ words, to be entirely honest. What sort of a proposition could the king of Falor make? As much as it hurt her beloved... he had no power in this kingdom. As the queen’s consort, there was nothing that he could do politically besides go behind her mistress’ back. Perhaps he had even had more power back when he was nothing more than a noble, at least then he had had lands that stretched before him, ready for the taking. He told her about them sometimes. Now, he held about the same amount of political influence as a pretty bracelet upon her mistress’ wrist. It was a weight upon his shoulders and a wound in his side. She saw how it wounded him, and she wished to comfort him, but she was rooted to the ground by the knowledge of both Lucas and Juliana’s eyes on her.

She knew the latter was watching, despite not looking towards her. It felt as if she were always watching, and Ellie was infinitely grateful for Capheus’ influence in their lives. Whenever Cy snuck off to be with her, Capheus was the willing scapegoat. Earlier in their relationship, he had saved them many a time. She wondered where he was, briefly, and then a slight smile touched her lips at the thought that he was likely with his stable boy. Silently, she wished them both safety and happiness.

She raised her gaze a little as Cy looked back to her, prairie green meeting emerald as she offered gentle support even silently. The longing, while invisible to all others, was poignant to her, striking through to her heart. If there had not been the weight of a kingdom and expectations on their shoulders, Ellie would have stepped forward then and caught him up in her arms, possibly to never let him go. Her expression would be unreadable to those others who looked at her, though, and her eyes soon went to Lucas, surprise coloring her expression. He promised to return her Cy safely, and she curtseyed to him in response, remaining respectfully quiet even as she offered up a gentle smile. She looked to Cy once more as Lucas left without waiting, her lips forming the words good luck when she knew that Juliana would not see. Then, the two men were gone.

Ellie looked after them with curiosity in her gaze, letting that become obvious. She would seem a slightly nosy lady-in-waiting, but she had done nothing to arouse suspicion of any sort. She looked back to the gardens soon enough, taking a deep breath of the cool night air. It smelled sweet, and she couldn’t help but smile. The scents of roses and jasmine and clean water found her, the safety of the night seemed to reach out its hands towards her--

And then a dreaded, high pitched voice reached her ears, and Ellie’s heart squeezed in her chest. "So, are you enjoying the ball so far, Lady Ellie?" The queen asked. Ellie turned to look at her once more, her smile gentle as she looked between Juliana and the tiny princess and her eyes alight.

“Aye, madam.” She answered, curtseying to her in response, dipping her head down a little. She tucked that stray curl away again, her hands clasping together as she looked towards the stars once more. “It’s all so beautiful.” She whispered, almost in awe. Cy particularly, the thought flickered through her mind. “How have you liked it?” She inquired curiously. “I imagine you’ve been to many a ball in your lifetime, majesty.”

The queen smiled, and her next words caused surprise in her that was easy to see. “Oh, where are Cyprian and Lucas? I want to show Lucas his beautiful niece.” Ellie met her mistress’ eyes, searching them for a moment, her own lips slightly parted in a silent question. She had thought that she hated her little brother, or at least was indifferent towards him. To show one’s child to him... Well, that was infinitely personal.

Plus, there was the issue of the two men being in the middle of their discussion right then.

It was not her place to question, and it was her place to warn them before the queen stepped in. “Right this way, ma’am.” Ellie curtseyed to her once more, smiled at Giselle, and then moved towards the room that Juliana and Lucas had recently vacated and that the latter and Cy were currently in. Her heart ached as she walked, though she hid it perfectly. So much for their walk in the garden, she thought.

“They’re in here, highness.” Ellie explained, looking to the queen. She raised her hand to the door as they reached it, and knocked four times, loudly. It would be impossible not to hear, impossible for the men inside to be able to ignore it. She lowered her hand, then, taking a step back and lowering her head once more, allowing Juliana and her daughter to go ahead of her. Hopefully, it would give Cy enough time to finish his conversation.

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Giselle looked at her mother and smiled. "Thank you!" Giselle then proceeded to scrunch her face up in confusion. "My.. uncle? I never knew I had another uncle." That explains the similar looks. Was she going to meet him? She watched as her mother stood, taking her hand as she approached the lady in waiting. Giselle lit up at the mention of meeting her uncle. As they followed Ellie to the room they were in, which she noticed was the same from before, Giselle looked around and saw many people dancing, mingling with their comrades. A quieter atmosphere was certainly in her favor. As Ellie left, she smiled back at her, and waited for the doors to open. She was also happy to see her father, so it was killing two birds with one stone, basically. Could this be some sort of family reunion? Possibly. One would think of it many different ways in that sense.

Giselle suddenly piped up, "Do you think he'll like me?.." She didn't want her uncle to dislike her. She was always willing to meet new people and get along with them. After all, how could she know that he didn't despise her? He never seemed to bother to meet her when she was an infant, or at least see her as a child so she would remember the encounter. She silently hoped it was a contradictory matter.

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He pulled away his hand now as Lucas began to speak, giving the boy his own time to propose an idea. Perched once more on the table, Cyprian kept his arms crossed. He was right, of course. Juliana wouldn't have accepted such a proposition after all they had been through; they'd done too much to turn back now and accept defeat. But maybe she would see his point, and she would agree that it had been too long, damn it. Something had to change, and he had to see to it that it did.

But he had never thought of going about it the way Lucas suggested. His arms crossed more tightly, if that were possibly, and he set his mouth in a frown. Cyprian looked up as Lucas finished though, his brow furrowed by now to complete his expression.

"Well, no," he said, letting his arms fall to push himself off of the table. "Not particularly." He strode towards Lucas once more, meeting him by where his mask had fallen. "I love your sister dearly, Lucas. You, of all people, ought to know that." Cyprian paused, forcing his statement to sink in. "The crown has changed her though. She would not tell you that, of course, but I can assure you it has." Had it? Well, of course it had. The crown changed anyone. Had it changed her for the worse? Likely, but Lucas did not need to know of such doubt. Cyprian knew how to speak to his audience, and he did so in an alarmingly skillful manner.

But maybe that was what he wanted. If Juliana had power, he too would have to wield something. She could never do it alone, and who would be better for advising her than her own husband? For a moment, a smile nearly crept on his face, but Cyprian destroyed it all too quickly. "But if it came down to that...well, I would do anything for the people." Perhaps he meant to add more to that statement, but Lucas would never know. Four sharps raps came from the door, and Cyprian looked at it quickly before looking back to his brother-in-law.

"We shall speak of this another time," he requested, stepping away now to answer the door. Though he wore his concerned expression when he answered the door, he quickly replaced it with one of excitement as he crouched down and seized Giselle in his arms. For a moment, he held her off of the ground, as he often did when he greeted her, and then he placed her back down. As he walked past her on his way to Juliana, he gave Giselle's hair a gentle ruffle, attempting to avoid ruining her hair.

"Good evening, my love," he said simply, still wearing the same smile plastered to his face as he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. For just a moment, he let himself make eye contact with Ellie, and then he turned to his wife. "Lucas and I were just finishing up. I am glad to hear you both are on speaking terms again."

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Image Lucas frowned as he listened to his brother-in-law. Had Juliana changed so much that her husband was willing to take her crown? Lucas felt conflicted. He loved his sister and didn't want to hurt her, but if the crown had become toxic to who she was, there was no way that he could allow her to continue. It wouldn't be good for her, her family, or her kingdom. But Lucas couldn't be sure that he could take Cyprian's word for it. The queen herself told him that they had grown apart. He shook his head, sharply. He wasn't about to believe that his brother-in-law was conspiring against his wife.

There were a few knocks on the door, interrupting their conversation. Lucas nodded at his brother's request. "Another time, then."

The door opened and Juliana and a small angel with soft brown curls entered the room. Cyprian's arms went around the girl and a tight hug and he ruffled her hair, careful not to mess it up. Lucas grinned. He didn't need to be told who the girl was. She looked very much like his sister when she was young. He walked over to the young girl and crouched in front of her. He bowed his head slightly and said, "Good Evening, Princess. Are you having a fun time?" He pulled a flower from his coat pocket, a present he had intended for his fiancè and held it before her. "I'm your Uncle Lucas. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

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Juliana eyed Ellie as she gave her a response to her question if she was enjoying herself. Of course, she said that she was because who would tell their Queen that they wasn't enjoying themselves within her own home. She smiled when Lady Ellie said that everything was beautiful as she nodded her head in agreement. "Why, yes. I am having some fun." She muttered towards Ellie as she shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I've only been to one.. three.. ten, at most." Juliana waved her hand in the air as if attending ten balls wasn't exactly a big deal.

When Lady Ellie started the small trek towards where her husband and brother was, she grabbed Giselle's hand and waltzed along her side. They approached the door, much like when her and her brother were speaking earlier, as Lady Ellie knocked four times. Juliana looked at Ellie and muttered a soft thank you. She rubbed her hand against Giselle's as she knelt down beside her. "I am sure he will adore you." Juliana muttered towards her daughter just as the door opened to reveal her love, Cyprian behind it along with her brother, Lucas.

Juliana stood back up now and saw Cyprian playing with Giselle as her gaze went towards her brother. She then looked at Cyprian as he went to kiss her cheek, which she allowed him to do. Juliana cleared her throat with the nod of her head. "Yes. You can say that we are back on speaking terms." She said with a smile as her eyes went back to Cyprian. "It's nice to see my husband for the first time tonight. Why did you get here so fast?" Juliana inquired with a curious expression as she looked at Lucas and Giselle and saw the flower that he had presented towards her.

She let a slight awe slip through her parted lips as she looked at Cyprian. Juliana wasn't really worried about why her husband came to the ballroom so early but she was indeed wondering about his talk with Lucas. She gave her husband one of those 'I really need to talk to later' looks and even looked towards her brother, giving him the same look.

"Well, I think it's past someone's bedtime, yeah?" She looked at Giselle then waved for Lady Ellie to come forth. "Mind putting her to bed for me?" She asked with a delicate smile while giving her daughter a tight hug. "You sleep well, my sweet." She told her daughter before standing back upright and standing in between Lucas and Cyprian, now, watching everyone as they were having a great time. Not to say that she wasn't but she just wished that she had at least gotten to dance with Cyprian - At least once. She let the thought wander off from her mind as she turned towards Cyprian with a slight smirk. "Care to dance?"

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Ellie remained behind the rest of the royals as Cy and Lucas stepped out, keeping her head down. Juliana’s voice scraped against her nerves, putting her on edge. Little did she know of the world changing thoughts that she had caused to come into the Captain of the Guard’s mind. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the tall blonde who was holding tight to the king of Ostwall’s arm at the moment, and she worried for a moment about him before Cyprian caught her eye for a bare moment. The tiniest of smiles came to her lips, silently wishing him well. It was a great relief to her that he didn’t look absolutely haggard after that conversation. He didn’t look worn out, he looked... almost vibrant. She wished to take his hands, to ask him all about what had happened, but knew she shouldn’t, knew she couldn’t. One of those days. One of those days, she would be free to take his hands whenever she wanted... She hoped.

Her heart still squeezed at the words my love directed towards Juliana, though. She had no doubt in her Cy, but... It still hurt, sometimes, often, the knowledge that she was the other woman. She’d never envisioned this for herself, not in all her life, but... Cy was worth it, she knew. That much was a fact of her life. She’d walk over hot coals for him, and she could say that about few others, if any.

One of those may have been the tiny girl, Giselle. Cy’s daughter. There was something horribly, completely endearing about her, and Ellie had fond memories of telling her stories and singing her to sleep. Her gaze flicked momentarily to her as the child went to greet her uncle for... possibly the first time in her whole life. She couldn’t help but smile, finding the sight utterly endearing. She’d braid the flower into her hair later, she resolved, maybe after she’d twirled her around the dance floor a couple of times while waiting for Cy. She soon looked down, respectfully, avoiding looking King Lucas straight in the eyes.

Then, the queen’s words reached her ears, and where Ellie’s heart had squeezed before, it stopped now. Take Giselle to bed...? With the flick of her wrist and a sickeningly sweet look in those green eyes, her mistress had dismissed all of them save for Cy. How dare she? She swallowed hard, rather than protesting. It wasn’t her place, she couldn’t raise suspicion... She let her gaze flick to Cy for a moment. She’d meet up with him later. They always found time. It just... was another roadblock. That was all it was. A silent assurance was in her eyes, a promise that it was alright.

“Yes, mistress.” She whispered, at last, and curtseyed in response before reaching out, finding Giselle’s hand and offering her a smile and then a wink. Maybe they didn’t have to go to bed just yet. “Come along, highness.” She spoke to her. With a slight glance back, she led Giselle off--and more towards the banquet tables. “I think it’s a little early for bedtime, don’t you?” She teased gently, squeezing her little hand with gentle fingers.

Then, everything went to hell.

There was screaming and shouting and people were punching and swearing--Ellie’s eyes widened and she wrapped her arms around Giselle suddenly, gathering her close and protecting her with her arms. She crouched down a little, pressing one hand to her ear and defending her from having to hear the words that were being spat. It was the rulers of Ostwall, she realized, now spattered with blood and staining the dance floor. Gold turned to red, and Ellie held her breath, focused on keeping the little princess out of the range of flying fists.

Then, she heard a heartbreaking scream, and the queen of Ostwall flew from the room. Ellie was lucky her heart was strong, for it had gone through so much in even the past ten minutes, which was to say nothing of every other part of her life. It took but another moment for Ellie to look back down at Giselle, checking over her to make sure she was alright. “Let’s grab a pastry for you and go help her.” She said gently, finding her hand again. Gently, she reached out, finding the flower that Lucas had given the little princess and tucking it behind Giselle’s ear instead. “We’ll dance as soon as we can, I promise.” She added with a little smile. Then, she found a fluffy treat for her, hesitated, and found another, just in case Genevieve needed something sweet. She led her from the dance floor, out the door that Genevieve had fled from. “Your majesty?” She called out, keeping Giselle near, just in case. “I’m Ellie, and this is Giselle... Are you alright? Were you hurt?” Worry was clear in her voice. No one should have to witness that, much less experience that, and she hoped that they could be some sort of comfort to the young queen.

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It brought a smile to his face to see Giselle reunite with her uncle. He hadn't thought she wouldn't remember the young man, but it had been two years. It only made sense when he thought about it. Would she see him again soon? If their plan worked, she would. Hell, perhaps they'd grow sick of each other. Cyprian could only hope. His attention turned back to Juliana as she responded to him.

"I am glad to hear," he added, nodding gently. His brow furrowed ever so slightly as she questioned his timing at the ball. "I've been here since it started. You know I don't enjoy being late to such events - especially those in my own home." Cyprian looked away for a moment, looking back at his daughter for a moment before turning to Juliana again. "It is good to see you as well."

He knew not what to say in regards to Giselle's bedtime, for while he'd tucked the girl in on multiple occasions, he was never truly the type to send her to bed. He left that to Ellie or Juliana. Not that he wanted to, but he always grew anxious when it came to parenting. Perhaps his own parents had set expectations far too high for him. But he almost smiled to himself as he noted he would never be as miserable a parent as Estermont.

"Good night, sweetheart," he said, crouching to place a kiss on her brow. As he stood, he made eye contact with Ellie and nodded, pulling his brow into an expression of genuine upset - it made him look regretful - regretful he hadn't asked her to dance, to run off into the gardens. Perhaps she'd find him later. "My lady." In those words, as he nodded his head, he hoped to convey his emotions, praying she'd tell somehow that he still wished to see her - no, he needed to see her. Oh, if he could just hold her in his arms for a moment.

But he was ripped from his thoughts as Juliana spoke, and he turned to face her. "Of course, love."

Cyprian made an effort to match her smirk, but it turned into more of a sad smile as he held an arm out for her to take. He guided his wife on to the ballroom floor, and then he let her spin out slowly before he drew her back into his arms. They moved elegantly, perhaps better than most - if not, all - of the couples in the room. He'd been rained to be a knight, and she to be a princess. Together, they worked deftly through the dance, matching each other even as Cyprian looked around himself, too anxious to stick to one place for long.

The song ended, and he pulled her in close, perhaps intending to kiss her reassuringly. But then the screaming began, and he realized the music had ended due to the violence beginning to unfurl in the middle of the crowd. He could see nothing, but he could hear everything - bone crunching, women crying out, and the voices of two men from Ostwall. It was a peculiar accent - thick and harsh sounding to the lilting Eastern accent that he'd grown up with. What a shame - they always seemed to struggle with such events.

"I suppose...that's the end of it?" he asked, his arms slowly dropping from Juliana as he watched the fight dissolve and the guests depart from the hall. "They've gone and ruined it." His gaze followed Ulfric for a while as his lips pressed into a fine line. "What a shame."

"Shall I escort you to your room, Julia?" He stepped to her again, taking her hands in his. It seemed real for a moment. He could recall their wedding day - an opulent affair, funded by two obnoxiously wealthy families. They had danced about in eachother's arms, and he swore he'd never let go of her. But now he wanted nothing more than to run to Ellie and hold her tightly. But he couldn't let his wife know that. "Might as well rest up for tomorrow, no?"

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Juliana nodded her head towards Lady Ellie as she went off with Giselle, her daughter, her princess and put her to bed, just like she had asked. She watched the two of them momentarily before her gaze turned back towards her husband. Once she saw his hand had reached out towards, she grabbed it and attempted a smile. The spark wasn't indeed there anymore and she could definitely tell that between them now. Juliana once questioned this to herself but place the thought within the back of her mind since she was still Queen and he was still King, her King.

As he guided them to the dance floor, she genuinely smile then he spun her around, which she gasp to because it was so unexpected. They danced seemingly all around the ballroom as she stared into his gaze, giggling slightly and trying to make this a happy moment but it wasn't. She let out a quiet sigh as she just continued to dance with him with the perfect amount of elegance that one has never seen on the dance floor. Once the song had ended, she saw that he was going to kiss her and it was to be the icing on the cake. Maybe he did still love after all.

Juliana smiled as she closed her eyes and waited for the kiss but nothing happened as screams rang out in the ballroom. "Oh, my." She muttered softly while her eyes peered up towards Cyprian then back towards everyone else's direction. Due to her size, she couldn't see what was happening but definitely heard punches being thrown and women crying. Her ears twitched when she heard Ronan's voice along with Ulfric's as she hiked up her skirt and maneuvered herself through the sea of people before her but when she got there, the display was over. Her eyes looked for Genevieve but it seems as if she had run off, or something.

Her eyes then diverted towards the blood as she upset that they actually had gotten blood on her floor. Her beautiful floor. She walked away with the shake of her head back over towards Cyprian. "I suppose so. Next time, let's not invite Ostwall." She demanded with the firm nod her head as she heard her husband's next question and widened her eyes. He wanted to escort her to bed? Like together? Juliana laughed to herself at the thought then looked at Cyprian.

"I'd love it if you escorted me to bed, my love." She said with a smile while leaning up to give him a peck on the kiss. And yeah, the spark between them had indeed fizzled out. It was a shame because she actually loved him, too. "Yeah. This Kingdom isn't going to rule itself." She made a slight tease comment towards him as she grabbed his hand and started a small trek but she caught sight of Loras and quickly turned around and bumped into Cyprian. She let out a nervous chuckle before looking up at him. "Why don't we go the other way?" She didn't even give a chance to respond as she tugged him along, clenching his hand tighter and tighter, by the second due to her nerves right now.

She didn't want to see Loras just yet though somewhere inside of her heart, it still yearned for him. She did do a quick look back towards his direction though it seemed as if he had disappeared off to somewhere else. Juliana exhaled a sigh as her and Cyprian had made it to her bed chambers, by now. Before entering, she turned towards Cyprian and rested her delicate hands upon his shoulders. "Why don't you come to bed with me tonight, my love?" She raised one of her hands up and caressed his cheek before trailing it down his arm and grabbing his hand as she opened the door, stepping one foot in.

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Genevieve had managed to shove herself under a table in fear, cowering like a child as she clamped her hands over her head, weeping as quiet as she could manage, trembling violently. Ronan would hate her for this. She had ruined everything and she would lose the love of her life for it. A thud came from the table, flinching and hitting her head on it at the sound of voices. Her eyes widened as she scrambled back, trying to disappear entirely. Maybe once everything had died down she could slip away to her room. Though the sound of her injuring herself only seemed to lure them closer.

Ellie squeezed Giselle’s hand gently before releasing it as she moved slowly towards the source of the crying, wincing at the thud that echoed off the walls. Her first thought was the potential of a concussion, but perhaps that was the all around worry speaking. “Please, mistress.” She pled softly, not wanting to scare her off with a too-loud voice. “Is there any way we can help?” Would going away be the best course of action? But Ellie was unlikely to flee the scene right then.

“I-I’m f-f-fine.” The queen managed to hiccup, voice hoarse and shaky as she hugged her knees close, heart beating so hard she thought it might burst. This couldn’t be good for the baby, she vaguely thought, hands shakily tracing over the bump where her heir sat. “P-Please your mistress probably needs you.” She tried her hardest to be commanding, but she just couldn’t.
Fine was a relative term, and this woman was certainly not fine. Wasn’t she pregnant as well? That had been one of the many topics of conversation during the dance... She caught a bit of motion under the table, and knelt down a little distance away, able to see her but not moving too close to her. “She sent me off already, actually.” She offered up a soft little smile. “Wanted to dance with Cy--her husband, the king.” Her nickname for him came out automatically, and she added his titles quickly afterwards.
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Genevieve peered at her, normally calm, cat-like blue eyes full of fear as her hands tightened in her dress, trying to calm her nerves. “I didn’t mean to ruin it all..” She gasped, scrubbing her eyes, pristine cheeks turned splotchy and red.

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Ellie promised, clasping her hands together and resting them on her skirt. If anything, that horrible man had done it all. Everyone else was merely reacting. “I promise. The night was drawing to a close anyway, and you... No one deserves anything like that.” She told her, her voice gentle. “Nothing’s ruined at all.” That much, she knew. There might be some gossip, but there were far more interesting things that people would have their minds on the next day.

Her heart slowed a bit at her words, calming the barest bit as she swallowed the lump in her throat. Ever so slowly, she shifted, crawling out on her hands and knees, looking down the hall to make sure no one was around. “Thank you..” She mumbled softly, sitting before her now and giving Giselle a weak smile.

Ellie smiled at her as she emerged, glancing back just in case. “No one followed us,” She added gently. “In case... you wanted to be alone.” Well, she was kind of removing the alone part, but it was for a good purpose. “Are you alright, mistress?” She asked, scanning over her just in case. The young queen had been all too close to the action. “Physically, I mean.” She added softly. Emotionally, the woman looked a little like she needed a hug.

She gave a nod, despite aching in three different places now, hiding her bruised wrist as she turned his gaze downward. “I’m alright.” Genevieve murmured almost silently, one hand going to her mouth as she gnawed her thumb nail uneasily. She just wanted Ronan… She had behaved all night and she still didn’t get it.

Ellie caught her words for the most part, despite the slight distance between them still. She shifted a little, as if to move towards her, though she hesitated after a moment. “Might I?” She asked, not wanting to scare her off.

Genevieve peeked up at her, curls falling from her face as she nodded a little, shifting so she wasn’t so curled in on herself, clearing her throat a bit.

Ellie shifted up on her knees, moving towards the queen carefully, still a little wary of going too suddenly. She settled beside her, reaching out to wrap her up in her arms, drawing her into a gentle hug.

The queen gave a gentle gasp in reply, mind briefly taken from her fears as she hugged her back, hiding in her neck as her shoulders shook with her gentle cries.

Ellie held her a little closer, rubbing her back with gentle fingers and whispering reassurances to her. She was alright, she would be alright... It broke her heart to see the queen like this, and she wanted little more than to be a comfort to her in that moment.

Genevieve didn’t know how long passed before her tears finally subsided, pulling away and wiping her eyes one last time as she thanked her quietly, running a hand gently over Ellie’s long locks with a soft smile.

“It’s my pleasure, ma’am.” Ellie promised her with a smile in return, reaching out a little to find her free hand, squeezing it gently. She hesitated for a moment, and then spoke once more; “Can I ask your name?” She knew her mostly as the queen of Ostwall.

“Genevieve.” She answered gently, “Thank you Ellie..” She murmured again, smiling the best she could at their joined hands. “I’ll be alright.” She promised. A little bit better at least… She still worried about what Ronan would think of her.

“Genevieve?” Ellie repeated, just to make sure that she got it right. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She said genuinely, smiling at her repeated thank you. “Anytime. Really,” She assured her. She was happy to help. “Could I walk you back to your quarters?” She asked.

She nodded almost too emphatically at that, slowly standing on her wobbly legs, grabbing the table for support and squeezing Ellie’s hand to assure her she was alright.

ImageEllie stood up a little quicker, wrapping her free arm around her waist to help support her. “I’d offer to carry you, but I think I might drop you,” She teased a little, giving her a half hug. She shifted a little, taking at least some of Genevieve’s weight onto her as she found Giselle’s hand and moved towards the door.

Genevieve giggled a bit, smiling and leaning on her shoulder a bit, one hand brushing over her abdomen as she glanced down at it uneasily. Would he really be upset with her? Maybe… she was imagining things. But her father always got upset when she did things like this, why wouldn’t Ronan too? Or even worse, how would Ulfric react?

Ellie frowned a little at her actions, shifting to gather her a little closer. “What is it?” She asked softly, looking to her before taking any more steps forward.

The brunette lifted her gaze, vaguely confused as she shook her head. “Nothing.” She promised quietly, squeezing her hand and smiling a little, remaining quiet as they neared her room, hoping that Ulfric wasn’t there already.

Ellie paused before the door, wrapping Genevieve up in a tight hug. “If you find you can’t sleep, my room’s upstairs and to the right, the second door.” She told her, pressing a brief kiss to the top of her head. “If there’s any way I can help, let me know.” She requested, pulling back a little and putting her hands on her shoulders, offering her a smile. “It really was wonderful meeting you.”

Genevieve smiled and nodded, hugging her near and resting her chin on her shoulder as she whispered her thanks one last time before departing inside, thankfully alone. She sighed, dropping heavily onto the bed as she scrubbed her eyes and stripped herself down before crying herself to sleep.

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She had sat on the side of her bed as a soft sigh escaped over her parted lips. What she wanted to happen last night didn't. Instead, her and her husband, Cyprian just laid there and went to sleep, no matter how much she tried. She looked up as guards came to her room now so that they could escort her to the grounds where the tournament was taking place. Juliana looked at one of her handmaidens and smiled at her. "Please make sure Giselle is prepped and sitting beside me on the grounds before her father rides." The handmaiden nodded her head and scurried to do as she was told as her gaze looked ahead and she slipped out of her room and waltzed down the stairs.

Juliana didn't really want to go to this event, no matter how much she loved jousting tournaments. She just didn't want to see Cyprian after last night. She stopped a few distance before the event and the guards turned to look at her. She waved her hand at them, letting them know that she was all right as she continued to walk among them. She had managed to make it to her seat, which was perched a little higher than everyone else's. She sat down with a smile as she looked out and saw Cyprian looking right at her. A soft gasp came over her as she saw his bow and she returned the gesture.

Her eyes continued to peer out before her as the next riders how just taken their ride and of course, she jumped when one of the jousters cracked their sticks against the other. She felt a presence beside her and she jumped again with her hand over her chest. "Capheus." She spoke his name then breathed while smiling warmly towards him. "I missed you last night. Where were you?" She inquired then reached her hand out to touch his then pulled hers back so that it can rest in her lap. "Hm, it's okay, I guess. Not as exciting as the last tournament though." She muttered towards him while meeting his gaze with another smile.

"You should be out there. I bet you could steer a horse better than anyone else out there." Juliana commented even though forgetting the fact that her husband was out there. She even snickered a little bit when she realized the thought, as well. She was quickly pulled from her thoughts at his question about last night during the ball. Juliana looked at Capheus then shrugged her shoulders. It was no point in lying to him as she spoke clear enough for only him to hear. "Well, my guess is Ostwall started an altercation last night. But don't worry your pretty little head off about last night, dear Capheus. Just know that Ostwall is not invited next time we throw a ball." She said. "Let's just enjoy today's events, yes?" She continued in response to him with a smile as she looked out and more riders perched to take their place in the tournament.

Her eyes cut immediately towards Capheus at his last question as she raised a brow up at him. "I need the best of the best and Loras is one of the best." Juliana looked away from him for a moment before gazing upon his facial features though not really admiring them. "Capheus..." She breathed his name as her eyes pierced towards him. "Why did you ask that question? Hm?" She leaned towards him a little bit with a slight smirk curving among the corner of her lips. There had to be a reason and she was going to get it out of Capheus, one way or another.