Filthy Mudblood

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud II

I'm back.

Lady in Waiting, Evangeline Farthing

_{{ ”A passionate woman is worth the chaos.” }}

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| Name |

Lady Evangeline Farthing

| Nickname |

Everyone informally calls her Eve, or even 'Lady Eve' at times.

| Age |

Twenty-five years old

| Gender |

Female.

| Sexuality |

Heterosexual

| Kingdom |

Sliabh

| Alliance |

She cares little for kingdoms - her loyalty lies with her lady.

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| In Depth Appearance |

Fiery red hair, fierce green eyes and sharp features ensure that, once noticed, Eve cannot be easily forgotten. She stands slightly short at a mere 5'4" (a positive attribute for that of a lady in waiting), with a lithe, slender figure that one would normally associate with a working girl. For many years she has tried to tame the mass of auburn curls that fall about her face, however nothing has worked so she has been forced to learn how to pin back the flame-coloured ringlets.

Cosmetics are not something that Eve is particularly familiar with - she is a lady in waiting, so it is part of her job to make the future queen look stunning next to the likes of her. The dresses she wears are relatively expensive, yet simple and often in colours of blue or green to match her eyes. All in all, she has an abundance of features with the potential to drop jaws, however tends to downplay these features for the sake of her position in court and commitment to the future queen herself.

| Habits |

In her younger years, Eve was known for often zoning out in one of her daydreams. She'd be teased - not unkindly - for her little moments where she'd be so wrapped up in her own mind that she had no idea what was going on around her. She still has these moments, however less frequently after being told off many times for the disrespect of it, and she is still in a world of her own.

Another thing that can be noticed about Eve is that she fidgets. A lot. Her fingers seem to always be playing with something or drumming against a surface - it's a nervous habit that so many are surprised to see as she carried herself with such confidence.

| Hobbies |

Singing - Lady Evangeline is often asked to perform for the court with her beautiful voice. She is only permitted to sing traditional songs, of course, but her journal is full of secret poetry and lyrics she confides in writing.

Being outdoors - Eve's upbringing may have been harsh, but it has given her a passion for exploration that no one would ever be able to put out. When she is not by her lady's side, she will allow always be found picking flowers in the garden or even (when she is sure that no one is watching, of course) climbing trees.

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| Likes |

- Sunshine
- Loyalty
- Singing
- Song-writing
- Horseback riding
- Romance

| Dislikes |

- Pointless rules
- Snow
- Too much order
- Snobbish nobility
- Her mother
- Her hair

| Fears |

Evalengeline has a severe case of claustrophobia. Although undiagnosed, she knows to stay away from large crowds and small rooms. There have been many cases in which she has fainted at events such as balls or feasts due to the smothering weight of everyone else's presence.

And despite the fact that she would never admit it, Evangeline hates thunderstorms. Lightning scares her to death.

| Personality |

A fierce temper and fiery passion are not traits that are easy to tame - yet Evangeline must for the sake of her position in court. Her mother had always smacked her, claiming she was the devils child with her flame-coloured hair and wicked stubbornness. Of course, Eve is not in any ways evil or wicked and in fact has a very good heart. Little can sway her on what is right and wrong and she values following ones heart above everything else.

Evangeline has been brought up being taught that her top priority should be the future queen's happiness. It is obvious to her that Julianna's life is far more important than her own, so it should be treated as such. Almost everything she does is for her lady's sake, however there is a part of her that wishes for more. She has never been in love before and, in fact, has never even been at the receiving end of a man's attention. Something inside her is determined to change that, hopefully sooner rather than later.

The vehemence of which she feels towards doing the right thing does come with its drawbacks, however. Evangeline seems to feel things far more fiercely than any other normal person - when she loves, she devotes her whole heart to the recipient; yet when she is angry, she becomes cold and almost heartless in a matter of seconds. Despite the strength she may display, Eve is a very fragile girl. Her golden heart and yearning for love is precious and must be protected at all costs, for if it is lost, no one will want to cross the girl that's left behind.

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| Background |

Evangelines childhood was not a pleasant one, to say the least. Her father was a lord - one relatively close to the royal family, at that - and her mother had not even a drop of noble blood in her. Their story was one that Eve had been told countless times - her father risked everything to be with the beautiful peasant girl with the red hair that was her mother, all for the sake of love. That didn't help the fact that, by the time that Eve was ten, her father would spend most of his time out drinking and her mother would do her very best to bring up Evangeline as a proper lady, as if she could wipe away the half of her that was not of nobility.

Such a strict upbringing did not go well with Eve and she rebelled in every way she could until her mother, exasperated beyond belief, sent the child of twelve to court with little more than a peck of the cheek and a warning to keep her hair hidden. From there, Lady Evangeline had to work her way to the position she should have been born into. Very much by accident, she became close to the beautiful girl at court that was a few years her senior and the two would spend hours playing and gossiping together for many years.

It was not until Evangeline was enquired about her relationship with the future queen that she realised who this girl really was - she had always just known her as Lady Julia. Upon hearing of Eve's noble blood, she was promoted to Lady in Waiting to Julianna Hardin and has spent the past seven years in her service.

| Extra |

1920's - the Jazz Age. F*ck yeah.

@HushedWhispers

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

The collab has been posted! Lissa and Maddox certainly make a...dramatic pair xD <3

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

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Location: Abhainn's Ballroom
Interacting with: Each other, Lady Alice Allaire {@Lionhearted}, Prince Antoine {@vFear}

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It was a blessing that Antoine excused himself then. How awkward it would be for Maddox's future nephew to witness him rekindling a relationship with a past lover. It certainly wasn't something he wanted Julianna hearing of from anyone.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Antoine," the king replied, inclining his head subtly. Maddox had just begun to turn towards Lissa when Antoine caught his attention once more. He gave a slight nod. "Of course. I hope that you and I can be quite frank about these matters with each other. It is a good thing to be able to trust family."

It was as Antoine moved away that he looked back towards Lissa and couldn't help but make a slight face in passing. Perhaps they would be able to trust each other about most things at least. He met her gaze for a moment as she took a step closer. As her eyes brushed along his form, he too took the opportunity to take all of her in. He had missed this.

"Hello, Lissa," he returned softly. Maddox moved his hand slightly, yearning to take her hand in his, but he clenched his fist and brought it back to his side. "Do I?" He gave a soft laugh. "Does it show that much?" Maddox looked back to her again in response to her lilting tone.

"It has been such a long time," he breathed. How he wanted to take her hand and run off with her like they were teenagers again and had no obligations. But then she mentioned Julianna and his smile faltered. His lips pursed, but he kept a steady gaze ahead as he watched Julianna move through the crowd.

"Yes, she...she is." And she was. He felt a pang of disappointment in himself, for she certainly seemed to be a good woman. But he could feel his emotions for Lissa bubbling up. Maddox let his hand reach for her hand, pulling it towards him in what he hoped could be taken as a respectful gesture. "So are you."

The achingly familiar touch of a hand dragged Lissa out of her frantic thoughts, and, automatically, her fingers loosened to mold into his grasp. Her eyes, for a second, rested on his lips - an action out of habit, she told herself as she forced her gaze up to meet his. She yearned to just melt into him so that they could dance under the stars forevermore, or run away to somewhere there wasn't prying eyes watching or beautiful princesses stealing Maddox away from her. Instead, she let out a deep sigh and gently withdrew her hand. She knew better than to believe in fairytales.

"You're too kind, your majesty." Her sentence stopped abruptly, her lips left slightly parted as if she wished to say more. She did not, however, and allowed a brief silence to shroud the pair of them. Then, speaking suddenly as if she wanted to get the words out before she changed her mind, Lissa's mouth worked frantically.

"You know, I'm -... well....I -" she hesitated, taking a second to figure out how she would put what she intended to express into words, before blushing daintily and continuing.

"I'm sorry, Madds. I'm sorry for being so frivolous and reckless and stupid. I'm sorry that I had to leave to some foreign kingdom and, most of all, I - I'm sorry for not saying goodbye." Biting her lip, she kept on talking, one part of her mind sighing with relief at the feeling of finally being able to express herself, while another was screaming at her to shut up.

"I wish things were how they used to be, you know? I really do. But I suppose they can't. Of course they can't...can they?"

The question that trailed off at the end of her spiel held a note of vulnerable hopefulness that she could only cringe at. She knew with upmost certainty that things would never be the same, and with that certainty came the shame of her outburst as she lowered her gaze to the ground.

Within a second, however, she was smoothing down her skirts and straightening up again - all signs of vulnerability vanished. For the first time in what seemed like months she welcomed the familiar coldness of her court stature in, and lifted her head once more to address the King with that soft voice paired with a rare, mixed accent that she possessed.

"On the other hand, I must congratulate you on your engagement. It must be truly wonderful to be able to unite our kingdoms like this."

He probably thought she was deranged by now with her ever-changing manner of speaking, but it was merely her way of struggling to gain control of herself. She wasn't used to being this flustered - she had never felt this way around her husband (or any other man, for that matter). The one thing she yearned for now was to just dance like she used to - it would free her mind from the confusion, her heart from the ache, and her fingers from trembling as they were now. She had made a vow to herself, however. Lissa would not dance so carelessly any more. It was improper.

To feel her hand is his once more was a sensation he hadn't thought he would experience again. Their eyes locked in a moment of intimacy, and he could swear it felt just like it had in the years before she had gotten married and moved away. Maddox felt the urge to pull her in or to pull her after him as they raced away from the ball, seeking the company only of each other.

But then she pulled her hand away, and the moment dried up and died before he could process it all. "Lissa..." he started, trailing off as she spoke suddenly and abruptly. Maddox waited, hoping she might finish her statement, but there was a silence that descended over them, masking what had been such a tender moment for a few heartbeats.

Her emotions spilled over all at once, and he found himself taking a small step backwards as if to compensate for the sheer power of her panicked apologies. The moment was shattering, he was thrown once more into the present, to the horrid realization that the only reason they were here was to celebrate him marrying some foreigner against his will because some damn treaty said he had to.

”Lissa...stop,” he started to say, his voice registering much quieter than he had hoped. Maddox cleared his throat gently, as if generating a new wave of gusto or motivation to speak up. "We can...we can have what we once had. What I had for you...that isn’t dead, Lissa.” Maddox struggled to salvage the moment, floundering slightly as he struggled to find a response.

But whatever transpired for Lissa in those few moments was enough to revert her to someone he had never known. She was no longer an anxious young girl, and instead, he saw her as the woman who had returned from so many years in Sliabh. She was cold, and he hated it greatly.

"Thank you, my Lady," he replied, his voice becoming one of a true royal now, losing its familiarity far too quickly for his tastes. Why did it have to end like this? "I hope the union will be prosperous for both kingdoms." Maddox's focus was broken by Alice's approach, and he turned suddenly to look her way, catching her gaze as she curtsied to him, flashing the way her dress cut almost too low to be considered proper. Blood rushed to his face instinctively, and he returned her gesture with a slight inclination of his head.

"You are far too kind, my Lady." He beamed back at her, his smile only broadening as she winked his way. She was his close companion, a friend he had been able to count on for years - especially in Lissa's absence. And yet he found himself blushing like a boy at her. Perhaps it was the wine - his head was still spinning gently, and his encounter with Lissa had not made that any easier.

His retreat from the passion he had spoken with hurt her more than it should have - and she found that every cold word spoken was as if a dagger had pierced her heart. Lissa was not surprised, however, at his withdrawal. It was necessary, wasn't it? Anything else would be stupid.

She let her gaze fall to the floor. "Yes. As do I."

Lissa was just turning to leave when a voice, infuriatingly familiar, made itself known to their left. The audacity. It took every ounce of Amaryliss' willpower to stop her lip from curling in disgust at the woman - despising the fact that she was outshining Lissa in every aspect possible. Her dress, her mask, her hair, and even the way she held herself was superior to Amaryliss and it was maddening. Her irritation was magnified as Lady Alice swept into a graceful curtesy and adopted a tone dropping with silken seduction.

Lissa didn't even bother to return the empty smile to Alice, for fear that her face may split in two. Instead, she accepted the malicious sweep of the Lady's sharp gaze with her usual look of superior contempt. Her jaw clenched momentarily at the flirtatious glances she insisted on shooting the King and moreso his reaction to them, yet that was the only signal of annoyance she dared to display. There was no way hat she would allow this harlot to be alone with Maddox, so all previous thoughts of a hasty escape vanished.

"Yes. You did seem rather...flustered upon our last encounter, Lady Alice. It's rather flattering that my presence could have such an effect on you." As she spoke, Lissa didn't bother to even meet the dame's eye, her gaze fixed on Maddox, until the end of her original statement. She then continued, with a complacent tone and a burning stare, to answer Alice's question. "Nevertheless, I feel as at home as I did back when we were young. Abhainn will always be where I belong - nothing could change that."

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I'm just waiting for @Scarlet Loup's next part in the collab. It's getting there slowly but surely, I think!

Witches, Vampires and Werewolves! Oh, my!

@HushedWhispers most definitely still interested

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

I'm currently working on a collab with @Scarlet Loup which will take place before Alice approaches Amaryllis and Maddox. Hopefully it'll be up in the next few days - sorry for the wait everyone <3

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Bump.

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I wouldn't say anything if that happened. O.O I mean, what?

@HushedWhispers

Pfft like a bomb could kill Amaryllis. Seriously though, ngl I would have a lot to say if it did hehe, that death would be such an injustice - just as Margaery's was. At least allow for something a little more personal if need be xD

I do see where you're coming from when comparing Lissa to Margaery, though. Tbh Margaery was one of my fave characters so I'm not complaining ;D

_{also I'm v sorry for my delay in replying to some messages, I'll be getting straight back to them after work tomorrow <3}

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Location; Kingdom of Abhainn
Interacting With; King Maddox Auclair {@Scarlet Loup}, Prince Antoine {@vFear}, Prince William Pengrance {@Legion02} (mentioned)

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Prince William's absence couldn't help but bring about a small frown to Amaryllis' features. They were supposed to be in this together and now he was away flirting with one of the future queen's servants. It was snooty of her, she supposed, and he was clearly uncomfortable with the presence of the Prince of Slibah, but it briefly distressed her nonetheless. Her anxiousness did not take long to melt away, however, when she heard the King address her once more with that voice she had treasured for so long. Her attention turned to Prince Antoine before her gazing seemed abnormal, however, to listen to him.

"it's a wonderful thing, rekindling friendships."

The words caused a small, coy smile to grace Lissa's features as she shared, what she hoped was, a secret smile with Maddox. She felt a blush heat her cheeks as he spoke of them catching up in the near future - apparently nearer than she had first assumed, she realised, as Antoine offered his farewells. She bowed her head to him with a polite smile, despite the fact that her heart was already beginning to thump at least twice it's usual speed.

"It was lovely to meet you, your highness. Have a wonderful night." The lady waited until Antoine had left, paying little mind to the words he murmured to the King for she had no interest in politics, before speaking once more.

"Hello, Madds."

Making sure to step slightly closer to him and lowering her voice to avoid any passer-by's from listening, Lissa allowed, for the first time in a long time, her lips to split into a genuine smile. She finally let her eyes fully survey him, taking in all of him - from his mask to his shoes.

"You seem older...In a good way, of course." She paused slightly, hesitating as she chose the right words to say, before finally settling with a simple: "It has been a very long time indeed." The tone she used - a stark contrast to her previous formal, guarded voice - was lilting with both compassion and excitement. Before she got too carried away, she dragged her eyes away from the King's, only to land on a beautiful figure obviously belonging to the future queen. The mere sight of the woman caused Lissa's reality to come crashing around her, and the bright smile soon slipped away from her features. Every bone in her body screamed at her to grab Maddox's hand and run away from this nightmare - anywhere would do. Just not here. Of course, she couldn't do that, so instead she regarded Julianna with a superior tilt to the head and the burning fire of jealousy in her eyes. Most unladylike.

"She's awfully pretty, don't you think?" The King had to agree with her - she wasn't sure what else she was really expecting from the statement. It was a reckless thing to say with such a look on her own face, but Lissa was already sick of hiding everything. She wasn't interested in the stupid alliance between kingdoms, and she was just not ready to see some woman take away everything that she had ever wanted just because she was born into some title.

She was getting worked up - losing control. She knew she was. And yet it still took every inch of her self-control to smooth out her features and turn back to Maddox with a warm, yet tired, smile. She had probably looked like a jealous madwoman for that brief moment, and was already considering leaving again - should she run? No, that would just make people stare and she would most likely fall. This encounter was definitely not going the way she had planned.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

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Location; Abhainn's Ballroom
Interacting With; King Maddox Auclair {@Scarlet Loup}, Prince William Pengrance {@Legion02}, Prince Antoine {@vFear}

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Amaryllis was just beginning to relax, just starting to let herself melt into the beat of the music when a frighteningly familiar voice pulled her out of it. Why was it frightening? Because she had replayed that voice over and over in her head for the past six years, witnessing first hand how it faded away into a whisper of memory. But now it was here. And it belonged to someone standing right in front of her. And that someone was talking to her.

To be frank, Lissa had played this moment in her mind again and again, coming up with different scenarios of how they would meet, reunite and embrace. Of course, it would always end in the same thing, but it was only now that she realised that it was impossible for that to ever happen. Stupid. She had planned to be graceful, charming and, well, in control - but now all she could do was stand and stare at King Maddox, almost clinging on to William for dear life. It was after a few agonising moments that Amaryllis finally managed to pull herself out of the state of shock she had seemed to be frozen in, only to replace the silence with ridiculous stammering.

"I...um - well... I don't -" Thankfully, she cut herself off before she could do any more damage. If he didn't recognise her before, then what was he going to think now? This moment was supposed to be perfect - the reunion she had come all this way for! And now she was letting it slip through her fingers like sand. Maybe it was the mask? She should go somewhere, take it off and then come back. Start again. Yes, that was a good idea.

Standing up a little straighter, looking uncharacteristicly flustered, Lissa let out a deep sigh and finally looked him in the eyes while letting a small, embarrassed smile grace her features. She was just opening her mouth to excuse herself when another voice made itself known in what could now be identified as a group. Lissa almost sagged in relief as her gaze flitted away from the King to a vaguely familiar face addressing the circle one by one.

Her jaw involuntarily clenched at the mention of the marriage, but she replaced the grimace with a friendly smile aimed towards the Slibahan Prince in a mere moment. She had heard his name here and there during her time in Slibah, although he had never been a firm topic of conversation for any of the other nobles, so he had never particularly caught her eye. But now when she met the young man's eye, she felt herself relax more with his steady gaze. Lissa took a second to marvel at how much of a reassuring presence this boy seemed to possess despite him being so young, even moreso when he addressed her with impeccable manners that only a royal could ever possess.

The fleeting glimpse of tranquility was gone, however, by the time he reached for her hand as a gesture of greeting, she assumed. She was brought back to reality as her mind processed what was happening around her and, again, her heart began to hammer in her chest so loudly that she would not have been surprised if the men around her could hear it. Vaguely, she accepted the brief kiss on the knuckles with a gracious smile and a dainty blush as her mind whirled. Fortunately, her voice escaped from her lips as smoothly and as confidently as she was used to while she returned the greeting.

"The pleasure is all mine, your grace. I trust your journey here was pleasant enough? I'm sorry I couldn't join you - I left a few hours earlier to visit my family, you see." Upon waiting for an answer from the Prince and with a smooth tilt of the head, she then returned her gaze to that of Maddox's and swept down into a quick curtsy.

"It is wonderful to see your majesty again, and of course to be back in Abhainn." Her eyes sparked as she allowed them to sweep over the ballroom before meeting those of Maddox's, her once-lost composure now fully righted despite the near-hysteria she was feeling inside.

"It is quite enchanting. I find that so much has changed, yet some things have remained exactly the same after all this time." Like most of her words these days, it was disguised as a simple statement - yet, if the listener wanted, a whole new meaning could be struck away from the words. Without even having to introduce herself, she had confirmed to the King that it was indeed her, that she would be staying for at least a while, and that there was still some part of the old her in there somewhere that was still reminiscent of the good old days.