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Rivera Talimir

"You lay a hand on him, you die. End of story. Understand?"

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a character in “The Court of King James: A New Dawn.”, originally authored by CNAGamer, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name: Rivera Talimir

Nickname: Vera

Age: 19

Skin tone: Fair

Height: 5'10"

Build: Slender yet muscular

Likes: The prince, fighting, her sword(s)

Dislikes: Death, men, the King

Fears: Losing the Prince and death

Skills/Talents: She is the Prince's bodygaurd and oldest friend. She is loyal to him without question.

Weaknesses: The Prince. She would die before she saw him harmed, and therefor it is easy to overwhelm her if she sees him in danger.

Personality: Rivera is cold and aloof to most, especially men wishing to court the young woman. She is kind and friendly to the prince, and respectful to the king and his sisters, and to those when she needs to be. Cross her, however, and you'll end up meeting her blade.

Religion: Relaxed

Loyalty: The Prince

Relationship status: Single

So begins...

Rivera Talimir's Story

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Rivera once again turned down a man, this one a Lord, for her hand in dance. She waved him off with a smile, and made her way through the crowd to seclude herself in a corner. How she loathed such gatherings, where nothing but drunk men ruled and th womne became nothing but eye joys for them. Rivera couldn't help but scowl at the drunkards who came just a bit too close to her safe haven.

To reassure herself, she placed a hand descreetly on her leg, feeling the blade there underneath the numerous folds of her dress. The red, gold, and white fabric rustled as she moved. She hated dresses, and wore them as little as possible. A corination, however, called for one, and so she wore it, no matter how much she was against it.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hadrian off down a corridor with his sister, Gwendolyn. She had a slight urge to go over to them, but thought better of it, and decided to stay in her corner instead.

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Christine wandered through the crowd of people, a slight smirk on her face as she did. Most drunks took it as an invitation, until she scowled at them, which caused some of them to back off quite quickly, scared. The woman was looking for one man, and one man only. Her eyes finally rested on him, surrounded by a throng of people, all congragulating him.

She curtsied to the group, her blonde hair falling off her shoulders as she did so. "My king..." She said respectfully.

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Rivera couldn't help but laugh slightly. "Indeed it is, Arabella. I see you have attempted to drive off the wine. Not a bad move, if I do say so." She thought about her engagement to Thomas. "So tell me, how is the wedding arrangements coming along?" She wndered, honestly. With Thomas all but avioding her, surely things couldn't be easy. Her eyes trailed along the crowd once again. She couldn't help it. She was restless in this dress, away from Hadrian's side.

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Rivera sensed Arabella's discomfort, and decided against pushing the subject. She smiled. "I detest wine, you know that. Still...perhaps getting drunk will make all the drunkards coming after me seem less revolting." She hardly believed that the words were coming out of her mouth, and at the same time, she could. She desprately wanted to talk to Hadrian, or anyone for that matter, about what she was feeling. But she couldn't. She was too afraid of the truth.

those thoughts swriling around her head made Rivera highly uncomfortable herself, so she hailed the nearest servant, and took a glass of wine, dowing it and two more within the space of perhaps ten minuets. She could already feel a slight buzz begining to come on. "I detest parties...you know that, don't you?" She said to Arabella, truthfully. She truly did, she always had. She felt only completely comfortable with a blade in hand and on the battlefield, either training or in battle, it didn't matter which. Social events, and she was out of her element.

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Christine grinned at him, her smile full of mirth and merryment. She let him tug her along, closing in on him once the reached the dance floor, her free hand securing its place on his shoulder. "If that is what my king wishes." She said softly.
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Rivera looked a litle surprised, but by no means shocked, and sat down next to Arabella. "Oh my dear..." She cast around for some excuse, wanting to protect Bella for as long as possible. "I believe that my friend has no comfort in matters such as women. He is a knight, just as I am, and the only woman I've ever known him to interact with comfortably was myself, and I match his station. I wouldn't trouble yourself over it dear, I'm sure it's nothing." She said gently.

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Sir Thomas Blarkthorne


Thomas excused himself and walked away from the ambassador, more convinced then ever before that the man was fishing for sensitive information about the state of the Royal family. He let his eyes roam over the crowd, briefly catching Gwen's look and feeling the familiar warm glow spread through him. He let his gaze follower her, wondering if he would get a moment alone with, hoping for it and dreading it all at the same time.

Suddenly Hal was on a table and Thomas envied his casual manner and ability to break the ice in most any situation. It was almost as if the entire room let our collective sigh of relief and he could see the masks people wore falling away to reveal true warmth in their smiles. He once against looked around for Henry Devalin and was unable to find him though he did see Katherine speaking with King James. At least she had showed up. He would have been more concerned if not a single member of the family had turned up.

The mood in the room was certainly improved now and he felt less self conscious as he made his way through the crowd, catching sight of Arabella tucked away in a corner talking with Riveria. He knew that appearances must be maintained and though he did not love the woman he would take his promise to his friend seriously and try to be a good man to his wife to be. He straightened his back and approached the two.

He bowed low and smiled at Arabella, allowing the feelings he felt for Gwen to warm his smile and give the impression of passion he did not secretly feel. "My dear Princess. Would you honour me with this dance?"

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Rivera stood up, bowing slightly to the both of them, and said, "Sir Blackthorn, Lady Arabella...I shall leave the two of you be." She told them with a small smile, and then made her way back inot the crowd. She made a mental note to talk to Thomas later. Rivera found herself slightly shaky, but still clear-headed after the wine.

She turned two men down, asking her to dance, they were just little too drunk for her taste. Out of the corner of her eye, another man approached, asking her to dance, and then, under the influence of the wine, intimated at another action, later on that night. Rivera did her best to be polite, but it was hard. "I apologize my Lord, but I must decline your offer." She turned away, when he grabbed her arm, turning her around roughly. Rivera's grey eyes flashed.

"Unhand me!" She hissed.

"Why you...pesant bitch! How dare you speak to me in such a manner! You should be grateful I even extended you the offer!" He huffed at her, only increasing her fury, and then, she slapped him, full force, with her right hand.

"You...you...brute!" She practically screamed at him as he held his face, looking shocked, backing away from her. Those around them began to laugh at the man's humiliation, some of them hailing Rivera, but she paid them no notice. She ws too upset. Glaring at him one last time, she gathered the skirts of her dress and practically ran from the ballroom, making her out to a, thankfully, secluded balcony.

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Now this was more like it. Hal whirled through the crowd, dancing and joking and putting in a smile and laugh with everyone he came across. As he moved through the crowd he came across more than one girl making eyes at him. He danced from one to the other, growing bored and moving on when another caught his eye. He could feel the buzz of alcohol working it's charms, and was thoroughly enjoying himself. He quite liked the little game of dancing from girl to girl, and he was rarely ever turned down. It wasn't that any of them really grabbed his attention, no, they were all too easy. Far too willing to fall into his arms, though they barely knew him. Besides, most of them were true women of the court. Beautiful, but little more than a pretty face. Well, a beautiful body too. Can't forget that. But outside of the bedroom, they would hold little interest to Hal. Of course, there were always the devious, user bitches as well. Snakes, wanting to ensnare him only for his wealth and status. Because of this, he kept it all friendly. He never got too close, never made any suggestive moves. Just danced, and entertained.

Unfortunately, the party was suddenly interrupted by a minor hitch. Some indignant woman had slapped a now equally indignant lord. Good of her to stand up for herself, Hal thought. Some of the lords could be real asses. Not that I would ever let any of them think I hold such an opinion of them. Such would be bad politics.

Then Arabella ran over to him, insisting he go speak to Rivera about what happened. Wait, Rivera? Was that her? Dammit! Hal's party mood was forced aside, irritation and tiredness taking it's place. He was low on sleep, and had been looking forward to this party. A chance to relax, not to think about any of his worries. The past week, he'd been spending far too long sorting out everything to ensure James's coronation went smoothly. Sure, the housecarl's could take care of the arrangements for the parties, but it was Hal that had to work the political circuits, smoothing tempers and easing worried minds to make sure no Lord was in opposition to James. At least, not openly. Not as if James would know anything about that, Hal thought bitterly. But of course, father's wisdom, as always, is infallible. Clearly, there must be some higher meaning to crowning the son that had done nothing but desert his duties since birth, the one that knows nothing of running a kingdom. Hal stopped that thought before it went any further, clearing his mind. Sarcasm would help nothing.

Hal strode towards the balcony Rivera had run to, keeping a warm, genuine smile plastered across his face, unfazeable as always. As soon as he was out of the ballroom, onto the balcony, the smile slipped. Thank the lord that this balcony has a door. I don't know if I could keep this damned smile plastered across my face through this. He walked over and leant on the balcony next to Rivera, not bothering to mask the tiredness from his eyes. For a while, he said nothing, nor made any move to comfort her. He looked across at her, saw that she was near tears. For a moment, he softened, angry at the man for what he did to upset her. But then irritation won out, and, as much as he wanted to sympathize for Rivera, he knew that he couldn't let her get away with such an outburst. He sighed, a deep exhalation of air, then spoke. Quietly at first, but increasingly revealing of the anger and stress he felt, little of which was actually towards Rivera.

"Rivera, what happened back there? How many times have I spoken to you about this kind of thing? Whenever we force you into a dress and you so much as sip at a glass of wine, you end up yelling at some overly forward man. Once even, a woman you deemed to touchy. You know that there are already those that question your place as my bodyguard. Ridiculous, true, but all you do is give them further cause to deride you. So what was it this time?" Hal's words were whispered, but harsher than he intended. But that was the alcohol talking, and the stress and tiredness did nothing to help.

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To tell the truth, despite his kind words and uncharacteristically vocal support for his brother, Prince Lelinus DeGrey was decidedly not enjoying the party. He would much prefer to get down to work at this point in time. He had noticed Duke Henry Devalin's conspicuous absence along with that of his dependents and vassals. They claimed that they were unable to pay their respects because of a pirate attack, but Leo's spies were everywhere, even in Caerwyn and the Emerald Isles. There was no pirate attack. The Duke's absence was a subtle challenge to James' authority and throne and almost everyone in this party had picked upon it.

Dressed in a dark sea blue doublet, black leggins, and a naval blue cloak along with a couple of daggers hidden up his sleeves, he nodded in agreement with Arabella to go talk with his oldest friend, Ser Rivera. To be honest, he was glad to have the chance to talk to her. He tired of playing the boisterous fool and blind loyalist to his brother. Both he and Rivera both knew that James was a fool and would make a weak king, which had already given that upstart Devalin the gall to rise above his station. He would have to take care of the Duke while simultaneously keeping his brother from making any stupid mistakes. It was a daunting task and he would probably have a fever in the end, but Lelinus would do his duty. Besides, he didn't get that sick anymore. He had been born sick and not expected to survive past childhood, but he had proven them wrong, something which he had Rivera to thank for.

He smiled slightly and offered his friend a bow and his hand. In these functions, he treated her as an equal, something that rankled a few nobles, but earned him esteem from the other knights. He didn't regret offending those type of nobles. They were often little help beyond court politics and could be easily won over or neutralized behind the scenes and the knights were far more influential among the common folk and were excellent fighters.

""It seems that Lord Calabar proved to be an... incompatible dance partner," he commented politely, though he knew that only Rivera could catch the humor in his tone, "You look well in that dress. I believe I heard a few ladies wondering aloud about your secret. The thought of physical activity never crossed their mind, I'm afraid."

He took off the white mask he had been wearing for the party. It was made of ivory reinforced with leather. The perfect battle helmet for life at court should things turn violent. He frowned, "My dear cousin is up to something. A pity he does not take more interest in his wife."

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Elim found the coronation to be a most charming occasion; he could not remember enjoying himself on such a level ever since leaving the fatherland.

The party was all you could expect from Avalon's finest and brightest, wine, women, song, and beer; too much beer most likely due to the insistence of the newly crowned King.

Since his arrival nearly a month ago Elim was far from secure in his position; plenty of warmongers back in the fatherland would love to make a diplomatic incident out of the coronation, they where wrong for both reasons for war and ways to wage it but they where right about one matter; this could be the best and only time to wage one.

Elim had not made any advances yet preferring to quietly sit on the side lines, it was too early for any action and Elim was enjoying himself; it would never do to combine business with pleasure. Elim was more then deserving of a day of enjoyment after working so hard to adjust in his new role after the "unfortunate" and "sudden" demise of his predecessor.

His earlier conversation with sir Tomas seemed to have made the wrong impression, the knight seemed suspicious of Elim and with good reason but even Elim who was so obsessive with his work had the occasional unprofessional day.

The sudden outburst of Prince Lelinus had surprised Elim and such was its raw power Elim did not bother to hide his amusement, he liked the prince, at least for what he represented and could spare him this small triumph.

The time was fast approaching for Elim to speak, first to all and then the king personally. Elim had no time to befriend the wine on this day; his senses had to be clear as his throat.

Elim knew he would have to wait for a clear moment, the untimely fallout between Lord Calabar and the mysterious Rivera Talimir had caused quite the reaction among many of the guests.

To Elim the matter was not particularly relevant and paid it no more then the passing interests. Lord Calabar was attached to the beer barrels on this particular day and Rivera Talimir clearly did not like him or most men as a rule. The young woman had much to learn if she wanted to get any were in this court, if she learned the lesson was entirely up to her.

It seemed only Elim noticed the curious exchange between sir Tomas and Lady Gwendolyn Degray. This was not particularly shocking to Elim, he had speculated about a relationship between the two for a few weeks now; the subtle longing and craving both had for each other was well hidden but after a while Elim had grown suspicious.

Elim was no longer speculating of their relationship, he did not know how far they had indulged themselves but he could make a very good guess. it didn't matter for the time being even if the knowledge had the potential of being a most potent poison in the hands of the absent duke Devalin, but for now the matter best left a closed and guarded secret; even outside Elim's annual report to the fatherland witch was no doubt being read by every Degray, Devalin, nobility and curious house maid in Avalon, Elim had even went as far as to make arrangements for an easily forged crest just to avoid a diplomatic incident over such a trivial and dull affair.

The party retuned to its roots and the passing interests most had to the passing occurrences had been all but forgotten in the wake of additional beverages served to the thirsty masses.

This was finally the right time to speak, filling his long empty glass with his favorite of eastern wines Elim walked towards the king and bowed.

"My lord king James Nicholas Degray I bid you blessings and salutations from the king and people of your proud neighbor Luxor and my own personal admiration and congratulations.

Turning to speak to the crowed but remaining in face view of the king Elim spoke with growing excitement; excitement designed to spread into the hearts of the masses.

"Yes a proud neighbor, you ask why all of Luxor is proud on this day? We are proud to see the prosperity and joy of our neighbor Avalon so apparent on this day after the tragic loss of your deeply loved king Edward.

We are Proud to see an equally strong man take his rightful place on the throne to insure this continued prosperity."

Pausing and looking around the crowed giving the impression of personal eye contact Elim spoke with a soft yet sharp voice.

"Above all Luxor is proud today to witness this glorious coronation in peace and friendship.

This was not always so my friends; was it not only a few generations ago that the word Avalon was despised in Luxor as much as the name of Luxor was hated in Avalon? A hundred years ago this day would have been a dream, yes a dream amounting on the scale of heaven itself.

Let us not forget the sadness and the darkness of those days long passed yet… so near, even on such a happy day.

I join my heart with you on this day, today we are all bound together in more then passing acquaintance; we are witnessing history itself unfolding before our very eyes, in years passed our children and grandchildren shall ask what did we see on this day?

Let me take you to that distant future for a fleeting but worthwhile moment, we will say to those children that are yet to be born we saw a young prince become a great king, we saw an age end before our very eyes! And a new one as glorious as this coronation begin.

We will say to them above all: we saw the day when one and all raised their toasts to one man and one man alone from this day and for many years to come"

Elim raised his glass and allowed a tear to escape his eyes; one held back to this very moment one tear of the one truthful word Elim spoke in the entire speech, Pride.

Using the full glory of his voice and sending it echoing to all corners of the hall.

"Long Live Avalon, Long live king James!"

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Despite her now sour mood, Rivera smiled, taking the princes' hand. "Incompatible indeed." She agreed, and then laughed at his comment of the ladies. "Yes, such actions that I do are not "decent" for a lady such as myself. Fools. The ladies of court will never accomplish anything worthwhile when all they do is chase after drunk men, who in turn chase after every woman but their own." She frowned slightly at that.

"Yes...your cousin seems oblivious to her, to say the least. I for one believe that she married a man far too old for her. And you know well how uncomfortable I am in this getup, no matter how good it appears to have made me look, as most men will a test." She did smile, however, when he complimented her. She would never see it, but it was good to know that he saw it in her. Leo, her friend, who wasn't drunk in the slightest.

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"It's simply because they have them that their own wives aren't as interesting. It's human nature to want what you cannot have," Lelinus told her with a shrug. It was a sad fact of life that nobles were forever scheming to gain more wealth and power or pleasure. He himself was attempting to gain more influence and power, though he believed it was for a good cause.

"I think that it was a political engagement. He certainly benefited from the marriage, though he has yet to have an heir. I would lay the fault with him rather than his wife, however. He's had decades to produce a child and he hasn't managed to yet. Most nobles have the opposite problem," he told her. He smiled slightly, "You look good in your armor as well. Just more intimidating."

He said it like a statement of fact. He wasn't trying to woo or flatter her. He was just telling her what he thought.

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Rivera laughed. "You remain the only person to lighten my mood, Leo. I thank you for that." She knew she was intimidating. She guessed it was part of the reason men lusted after her. To them, she was something to be won, or broken, or tamed. She would not be. Long had she said she would never marry. There was no man in the world who would see her other than a prize. However, when she talked with Lelinus, she wondered often if she had been too hasty. However, she pushed those thought out of her mind. Now was not the time to fantasize over what she couldn't have.

Leo was just that. she wondered if he knew just how much she admired him. He who went against all odds and survived when everyone told him he wouldn't. She admired, loved him even, for that strength, which she knew he failed to see it within himself.

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"It's nothing. You're the only person I can stand to be around at times," he admitted. She had been his first and closest friend and they had been practically inseperable since they were children. He had been frail as a child, born with a weak constitution that allowed him to get sick easily. No one had believed in him, not even his own father. Her friendship was what helped him get better each and every time he fell sick and what had convinced him that he could do good for Avalon, even if it was from the shadows. At the sound of cheering and raising of glasses, however, he was cut out of his reverie.

"It looks like we both have been gone longer than we should. Let's bare with it for a couple more hours. We don't want James to goof up or for there to be rumors about us, do we?" he asked her with yet another rare smiles before leading her back to the celebrations, forgetting to let go of her hand once they were were there.

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"Yes to your health indeed!" A rather sharp if not charming voice bellow out from the very end of the grand throne room and Celebration Hall. A few of the toasting guests were left to pause as their brows turn to the vividly dressed individual at the entrance way. He stood in rather exceptional coronation colors himself, strangely appearing more of a king in his clothes and jewels but remained not so by the lack of a crown on his wavy rosy blonde head. Along his bejeweled fingers was not one, but to very beautiful maidens scandalously dressed in very revealing outfits for Royal Court, leading on his gem encrusted slippers step.

A few laughed, other grinned, some whispers, a rare one or two prayed and a large majority rolled their eyes, Lord Westbrook had finally arrived fashionably late.

Emanuel somewhat offered a rather bright smirk across his face, admiring the mirrors that made up the hall's decor as he strode down very gracefully leading his two 'guests' along in tow. Both were the daughters of Lord Duncan, Earl of Fleemings; a man of impeccable temperament and two very beautiful and very rebellious daughters. Emanuel display them much like his outfit to flaunt and enjoy and possibly break in later, he could not decide which one he had liked better so he simply decided to take them as a set. Besides, with the amount of scandals and mistresses that littered court every man in this room would be a polygamist in his book.

His eyes flickered across the crowd of people, moving through the row that had parted to honor the ambassador though taking full advantage. Katherine Devalin was among the crowd the flowery and wealthy socialite could not help but grin. Certainly she was possibly one of the kingdoms most dangerous factors dressed in red brugondy and gold embroilment, but she was also interesting, very interesting.

"Lady Devalin." He spoke out to her a friendly face around a crowd of high noses, suspicious glances and seedy whispers. His hands departed the fingers of the two milky ladies for a moment as he offered a gentleman's kiss of her hand before speaking again "A fine rose like yourself deserves to on display in a glass case. Not being forced in the sidelines like a wall flower by the..." he spoke for a moment as his eyes met the few around him "Critics." He answered without another motion he returned to his two ladies continuing along with some greetings as he got closer to King with each pace.

His eyes flickered over to the adorable couple of Lelinus DeGrey and Rivera. Or were they friends? Juicy gossip was so rare at court today but he was certain he would spice something up by the end of the evening... He paused for a moment and slightly cringe. Sea Blue was very much out of style, but he had to confess... Jamie's brother had amazing legs.

Regardless of thought and flight, the regally dressed gentleman did arrive at the Royal Chairs nonchalantly taking a glass from one of the servitors that graced the entire celebration as he offered a very coy smile to a very good friend. He did pause and returned his glance to the foreign man before him. Normally he absolutely disdained ambassadors, short hairy men who seemed too much like stooges, lackeys and boot lickers with utterly awful accents. But something about this man, he liked, he seemed absolutely charming.

"Mr. Ambassador if I may?" He requested as he gestured to the King with a vivid grin across his face before returning to Jamie and toasting the glass to him before giving him a look.

"Now come Jamie! Whats this I hear about you becoming King!?" he slightly jest as he somewhat shook his head playfully "And your toasting without me!? Honestly Jamie! Honestly! Sometimes you make me think that you keep me around just to tell you what will be in and out of high fashion this month!" He coyly played as his introduction.

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"And I had been hoping that his invitation had been lost," Lelinus muttered under his breath. Lord Westbrook was man that had given him more headaches than all his childhood illnesses combined. He was flamboyant, reckless, influential, and, of course, had to be his brother's best friend. Their father had had a hard enough time keeping the nobility in line when he was just their vassal. Now with James on the throne, his indiscretions would reflect badly upon the Crown and give Devalin more ammunition to use against them. Still, he couldn't pretend that Emanuel was all bad. He was, at least, sincere in his loyalty to James and was an useful ally in court. He would just have to remind him that he couldn't expect James to bail him out whenever he got into trouble later.

He glanced around and saw that the Grand Cleric was spluttering incoherently about Westbrook's choice of guests. The priest wasn't alone. In fact, an older gentleman was experiencing a similar reaction and looked at the women like he had a piece of his mind to share with them. He caught their smirks and resisted the urge to sigh. They were his daughters, then. It was too much to ask that his brother's friend wouldn't inadvertently cause them trouble the first day. Hopefully, it would remain a private issue and should things get out of hand, James would have the sense to mediate between the two lords before the man seriously injured Westbrook.

"Why couldn't he stay in his bedchamber?" he asked himself.

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Rivera couldn't help the slight giggle that rose to her throat at Leo's comment. "Because...he has to come up for air occasionally, just like a fish." She watched as the man strolled over to James. "It's a wonder he doesn't try to strip him of his clothes in front of the whole court." She said mildly.

After staring around at the other people in the room for what felt like an eternity, as well as drinking almost two more glasses of wine, Rivera turned to Lelinus, saying. "How long must we stay in this stuffy atmosphere? It is getting revolting." She said as she watched a pair of women practically knock each other over hugging and whatnot.

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"I think Westbrook holds enough respect for James not to embarrass him in front of the court or at leas the political shrewdness to know that if his greatest ally loses influence or reputation, it makes him vulnerable to his own enemies as well," Leo explained before he realized that Rivera was joking. With Westbrook, hers was an entirely valid question.

At her question, he smiled wryly, catching sight of the atmosphere taking note of revelry as various of the more imbibed or shameless lords were already following Westbrook's example. He smiled slightly, "Enough to present firm support behind James, which shouldn't be much longer."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of servants pouring the more stronger wine.

"And I believe this party is about to get less formal," he told her as he began to stand, "It's quieter in my chambers and we can talk in private."

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River stood up with him, perhaps a little too quickly, but she didn't care. "Thank the heavens." She said under her breath. She kept up her posture as they left the ballroom, but as soon as they were in the hallway, she bent down and took off her shoes. "I...hate...these...deathtraps!" She spat. "Why must I be forced to wear this?" She said. She knew she was complaining, and she also knew that it was a product of both her resentment and the wine.

They reached their chambers quickly, but then, before they entered, Rivera told him, "I'm getting out of this, I'll be along shortly." Well, so she thought. It had taken Arabella, Gwen, and three servants to get Rivera in to the dress. She certainly wasn't getting out of it alone. In defeat, she knocked on Lelinus' door. "Leo...I'm stuck." She said, feeling stupid.

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"Those etiquette lessons just went over your head, didn't they?" Lelinus commented with a slight grin. He took the time she was in the bathroom to slip his coat off and sit by the fireplace, pouring a couple of glasses of wine before he heard her complain about drinking.

"I believe the palace's Head Physician keeps a supply of herbs for just that occassion. You don't have to attend Court tomorrow if you don't want to, though. I'm almost certain James will grant me Ghost's Past."

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Rivera grinned. "I like the sound of that. The less I have to be in that court, the better. Court life is no place for someone like me. Yet all the men at court now i think have asked for my hand." She pulled a face. "Even some of the married ones." She made her way over to the fireplace, sitting down in the chair across from him. "So, despite the politics and drunkenness, how do you think the coronation went? Oh, and apart from my slapping of that pig...what was his name again?"