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Post by Guest on Apr 3, 2010 10:56:23 GMT -5
Shalia thought the gift was very generous and hoped that it was in truth for peaceful relations between Orlais and Ferelden. She took a drink from her chalice then smiled softly at Alistair seeing him lighten up from the wine though she figured he best eat some more unless he wanted to fall out of his chair. As they all sat down to listen to the lively music she heard Alistair say it was cause for a celebration. She let her own gears turn before she looked at Alistair, "You might want to consider some sort of party to make an announcement sometime. Granted you might hear some groans or protests from your nobles others may see this as a road to peace." Her shoulders shrugged, "I and other merchants have backstock of supplies for such events that we could donate to show our good faith in the union."
She looked over to Jeremie, "And before you ask I'll check to see what I have for the King to wear so you don't chastise him in front of his own court. I'm sure I have something that will suit him and in fact..." Her hand gestured to one of her crew, "Make sure we send over what we have to the palace in regards to attire suited for a King and make note only the King is allowed to choose his attire not some style consultant to save the King from a headache."
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Post by Guest on Apr 3, 2010 17:42:07 GMT -5
Jeremie felt a warmth in his stomach; and it was not from the food and wine. He had a general feeling of happiness radiating from within himself. After his announcement he had felt as if a certain warmth had been brought to the proceedings; the King's reaction made him feel welcome. This is how things should have started in the first place.
He was greatful that the King had not taken his failed attempt at humor too literally, but yes, perhaps it was indeed too soon. His own family had played their part in Ferelden's invasion; his father had also held some land in the southwest near Redcliffe. He considered his options for a moment before deciding it was probably not a wise move to reveal this information for the moment.
He watched as various servants moved in and out of the hall; they were all ferrying new jugs of wine and fresh plates of food to and from the table. In amongst the faces he spied a familiar one. The newly fashioned clothing she was wearing made her stick out rather boldly actually; he took a moment to admire his handiwork in silence. He then turned to look at Alistair, "I was wondering if I may have a moment of your time after we are done here? I have a personal request I would like to make, if that is acceptable sire" he said. He had desire to obtain her as his personal attendant for the duration of his stay.
He turned back to look at Shalia; when he had stood up to make his toast, something had caught his eye. "My lady, I must implore you to tell me where you got that jacket!" he exclaimed excitedly, "It is absolutly fantastic, I must add one to my collection!". Jeremie was an interesting subject, as far as the male gender went - While most men would be examining the perfect curves and bountifulness of a ladies breasts as they spoke to them; Jeremie would be examining the exquisite detail of their clothing and the accuracy of its stitching.
To tell the truth, he was excited to finally find someone in Ferelden who had style.
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Post by The Maker on Apr 3, 2010 23:49:10 GMT -5
Alistair grinned to himself in a silly way. He was sure he'd be getting disapproving looks from whatever stuffy palace staffer that might have been keeping an eye on him, but he did not care. He would be celebrating tonight! And that meant more music and wine. Yes, definitely more wine. Shalia wore a serene smile on her own face as well, he noticed, after pouring a bit more red wine into his goblet. "You might want to consider some sort of party to make an announcement sometime." she suggested, offering her services to the King again. It seemed it was good to have a wealthy merchant's daughter as a guest, or a friend. Was she close enough to call her his friend, even after one day? He thought so. Maybe it was the wine speaking though. He laughed after she spoke, red in the cheeks but not from embarassment this time. "That's a fine idea. A party! And screw the groans from the nobles, I couldn't be arsed with those sadsacks anyway." he stated happily, lifting his goblet up to Shalia to show his approval for her idea. "It's decided, then!"
It was then Jeremie's turn to speak. "I was wondering if I may have a moment of your time after we are done here? I have a personal request I would like to make, if that is acceptable sire." he asked Jeremie humbly. Alistair laughed boisterously, his voice joyful and friendly as he replied. "As if I'd refuse you that given the speech you'd just made, my boy. What is it? Unless it's a request of a more," Alistair paused to clear his throat, making quotation gestures with his fingers, though he still grasped his goblet. "Ahem - 'intimate' nature, speak now!" Jeremie smirked at the King, who was loosening up more and more with each sip of wine. "Well, I have a rather personal request to make of you. I wonder if it would be possible to acquire one of your servants as my personal assistant during my stay here. It is nothing personal, I just like my people... styled a little differently. I'm sure you'll know who I'm talking about, she won't be hard to spot," he asked, motioning to where the elf woman he was speaking of had just passed by.
She was dressed in some odd yellow thing, with a sash. 'What in the..?' Alistair asked himself as his eyes slowly traveled in her direction and looked her over. Surely this was Jeremie's handiwork. Cocking an eyebrow, he looked back at Jeremie who now had an impish grin on his face. Alistair smirked back, almost as if having read Jeremie's mind despite what he had said his reasons were. "If it pleases you, I will allow it." he said casually, leaning back in his dining chair. He raised his goblet to his lips again, continuing to eye over the elven woman who now took notice of his leering. She blushed and bowed her head, looking between Alistair and Jeremie before scurrying off. 'Apparently it pleases him quite well,' he thought, smirking to himself as Jeremie turned from him to Shalia.
Alistair went off into his own little world, planning a grand banquet in his head as Shalia and Jeremie went off again about fashion; he rolled his eyes, rather bored by that conversation, and rested his chin in his hand. The idea of a grand party was much more exciting than that. Sure, he'd been to a number of formal affairs since his coronation, but he'd never had a proper ball. He'd have to ask Aedan about this, most definitely. He'd already made up a list of guests in his mind too. His eyes twinkled with that characteristic mischievous glow when he knew he was about to get his way. The music swelled and filled the room with a lively beat and rhythm as Alistair pondered this notion and the supply of wine before him grew increasingly lower as he developed a healthy buzz.
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Post by Guest on Apr 3, 2010 23:56:16 GMT -5
Shalia laughed softly seeing Alistair in good spirits and hoped he stayed upbeat for the whole night. She just hoped he wouldn't regret it by the morning considering the hangover that could come from consuming so much wine. As she listened to his approval of her idea she had a feeling his advisers would flipout over it but that was their problem for not living a little. She looked at Jeremie once his business was done and his question over her jacket came up. Her eyes seemed to flicker as she grinned, "Well I actually had this made in Antiva while I was up there. I liked it so much that I had a few more made in case this one was ever stolen or damaged. If you like I could see if one of mine could be altered for you or just see about getting you the name of the tailor that made it."
She sipped more of the wine then ate some more of the food before glancing over to Alistair, "You should eat some more, your majesty. It will help with the wine less you want to wake with a major headache tomorrow or some strange people in your bed." She laughed at her comment knowing it would probably make him blush or just say bring it on.
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Post by Guest on Apr 6, 2010 10:39:48 GMT -5
Jeremie smiled gratefully as the king accepted what he asked of him. "You have my thanks and my gratitude, Sire" he said bowing his head in respect. He looked up and saw the maid scurrying to and fro, he caught her eye, he winked and made a puckering motion with his lips. He laughed as she blushed and averted her gaze to the floor; this was turning into a rather good visit so far, was it not?
"If you like I could see if one of mine could be altered for you or just see about getting you the name of the tailor that made it." Jeremie's eyes widened as she said this and he gasped dramatically. "My lady I could never remove such a precious garment from your possession. However the offer is most generous. If you could find me the name of the tailor I would be most grateful" He let out a sudden squeak of excitement that startled even him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see some of his entourage exchanging knowing glances and subtle gestures at each other. This was clearly in response to his over excited state due to the subject of clothing. One of his bodyguards made a gesture to another that seemed to be demonstrating his opinion of Jeremie's sexuality. They stopped dead in their tracks however, as Jeremie shot them a very dirty look.
That look was one of the gifts of nobility. Somewhere along the bloodline, amongst all the whoring, perverseness and inbreeding, someone had perfected 'the look'. It was a look that said 'I may just kill you while you sleep, tonight' and was proven to make anyone with a wealth of less than 20,000 sovereigns think twice about their actions. It was simple biology, was it not? There was a tense silence and Jeremie broke it with an overly exaggerated laugh (also another noble trait).
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Post by The Maker on Apr 8, 2010 18:26:30 GMT -5
Alistair felt Shalia's eyes on him as she thought Maker-knows-what about him, but he didn't mind. Everyone seemed to be in a fabulous mood, and he was too. He listened as Shalia offered one of her jackets to Jeremie, and rolled his eyes. Of course he'd wear women's clothes. He was that type, wasn't he? Not that it bothered him, having spent a great amount of time with Zevran and his obvious preferences. Alistair just thought he should have seen it earlier, what with all of the fashion-talk. He looked at the noble for a moment, head in his hand, before being startled by a sudden girly squeak coming from him.
A few guards gave him questioning looks, and Alistair started to laugh hysterically. As Jeremie scared the guards off with a really quite good evil glare, Alistair's laughter subsided and he grinned at Jeremie. "I'm sorry if they're being pricks. Don't mind 'em. Guards don't tend to have the most open... or brilliant of minds," Alistair said genuinely, tapping the side of his head with a grin. He might've found Jeremie ridiculous, but he still liked him and didn't want him to feel badly on account of poor-mannered guards.
"You should eat some more, your majesty. It will help with the wine less you want to wake with a major headache tomorrow or some strange people in your bed." Shalia said to Alistair, clearly noticing his alcohol-induced change in behavior. Alistair smirked at her, taking another long drink from his goblet before setting it down on the table. He was blushing a bit, too, but whether it was from the wine or being slightly embarrassed by her comment was a mystery. "Don't worry about me, my dear. It's far from the first time I've been drinking. I'm a seasoned veteran, in fact!" he joked, though it was far from the truth.
Sure, he'd gotten real good and drunk before, but it wasn't a regular occurrence. There were a number of things that Alistair hadn't had the opportunity to do in his life that most others had. Sometimes he felt a bit childish for it, a bit naive, but other times he didn't mind. He let out a sigh, feeling very warm all over. "As for ending up with a stranger in my bed, I sincerely doubt that will happen. Unless that damned elf..." he trailed off, a disturbed look on his face. "Erm, point I was trying to make is, unless Aedan's dog decides to sleep at the foot of my bed, I expect it'll remain rather vacant, as usual," he said, joking at his own expense. "Though the night is still young!"
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Post by Guest on Apr 8, 2010 18:47:28 GMT -5
Shalia laughed at the two men and shook her head as she smiled. She didn't mind Jeremie's flamboyant attitude nor Alistair's drunken antics. It made her feel at home really. She made sure to remember to get the name of the tailor for Jeremie and as she did so she caught the quip of Alistair's adventures in of being alone. Her head shook a bit before she smirked at him gamely when he mentioned the night was still young. As her grey eyes found his she grinned even more and showed her playful side even if it was in jest, "Perhaps I'll read you a bedtime story later so you don't feel so lonely....I'll even tuck you in."
She laughed and finished off the wine in her goblet before it was refilled again. Her fingertips played over the rim of the glass before she smirked to herself. She wasn't embarrassed by her own actions but rather found it a game. Her eyes shifted from Jeremie to Alistair then back again wondering how far this game would really go before all retired for the night. She realized she was to have a talk with Alistair after dinner but she wondered if he would even be standing or if it would be a talk at all. As the main part of dinner started to wind down the dessert portion was being brought out. She looked at the masterpiece that was before her and used her finger to get a bit of the chocolate then tasted it. It was heavenly to her and she was grateful she had her own to eat rather than to share.
"After eating all this I will definitely need to work some of this off..." Shalia caught herself in a rather scandalous statement then laughed at herself. She smiled and was red in the cheeks from the wine and just laughing so much, "I bet I could even make the Maker blush at this rate."
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Post by Guest on Apr 14, 2010 18:21:55 GMT -5
Jeremie passed on the dessert as it was offered to him, "I cannot" he said pathetically holding his stomach as if it would explode if he didn't. "I have already ate so... Is that chocolate?!" he said suddenly, "I will take one in that case" he said as the servant handed it to him. "I have... How do you say..." he thought carefully trying to find the correct phrase that they used in Ferelden, "...a rather soft spot for chocolate" he said his thick Orlesian accent masking his incompetence.
Jeremie sat and listened to little pieces of conversation that he could decipher. There were still a few words that he didn't quite understand, this was good practice for his language skills. He heard Shalia and Alistair's conversation as they spoke across the table to one another. "Perhaps I'll read you a bedtime story later so you don't feel so lonely....I'll even tuck you in." he laughed as she did, "Oh!" he exclaimed, "I didn't realize the two of you..." he paused and a cheeky boyish grin crept across his face, "...were 'like that'" he said a little louder than he perhaps should of. He cocked an eyebrow in Alistair's direction before looking back and forth between the two of them.
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Post by The Maker on Apr 16, 2010 0:10:35 GMT -5
"Perhaps I'll read you a bedtime story later so you don't feel so lonely....I'll even tuck you in." said Shalia, much to Alistair's amusement. The wine was loosening him up quite a bit. "Hah, you sound like my old nan from Redcliffe Castle." he said, chuckling for a moment after he spoke. Apparently the innuendo went straight over his head. He looked at Shalia then; she seemed to have a playful glint in her eyes that made Alistair both wary and excited. "After eating all this I will definitely need to work some of this off... I bet I could even make the Maker blush at this rate." she said, sampling their dessert. Alistair felt that familiar feeling well up in his chest and the color erupt in his face, but this time he chuckled jovially rather than turned into a stammering heap. "Andraste's flat arse, I think you're right. I wager you could make a hurlock blush. We ought to stick you on the front lines; you can blush the darkspawn to death." Alistair said in response, a goofy grin present on his face.
Alistair filled his goblet once more, likely seeming more drunk than he truly was. He watched Jeremie accept the dessert with great amusement. He was really the typical Orlesian, every stereotype. It made him smirk to hear him speak in his flamboyant accent and watch him flounce around in his silly Orlesian clothes. He had decided he liked Jeremie until he spoke. "Oh!" he exclaimed loudly, "I didn't realize the two of you...were 'like that'," he said, quirking an eyebrow and giving the King a grin. It was like a bomb went off inside of Alistair's mind. "W-w-what? Me and her? N-no, we're..." he stuttered. Apparently he hadn't had enough to drink to overcome all embarrassing comments. "Maybe you don't understand the joke. B-because you're Orlesian. Fereldan humor." he said, laughing nervously before glancing to Shalia. "We're not 'like that'," he said, making wide hand gestures and looking between Jeremie and Shalia for their reaction.
"I mean it's not that I don't like Shalia, I mean she's a lovely woman in every respect, but we aren't, not that I wouldn't," he blurted, growing increasingly more scarlet with each word. 'Shut up, shut up shut up,' he thought to himself, taking a long, drawn-out sip from his goblet as if it would stop the flow of words. "Maker's breath," he gasped after swallowing the mouthful of wine.
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Post by Guest on Apr 16, 2010 11:06:57 GMT -5
Shalia had to laugh at the comments Alistair made about her being like his old nan and that she could make darkspawn blush. Her head shook making her red hair fall slightly out of place which she didn't mind one bit. She watched how Jeremie skillfully got Alistair to blush yet again with his comment about them being a couple which made her even giggle. To save Alistair again she grinned at Jeremie, "Well we are not really what one could call an item. I think we just have a way with each other that comes naturally to make it appear so, but we've only just met today. To jump to that sort of conclusion would be getting ahead of ourselves as much as I am a free spirited girl I do have some restraint." She winked at Jeremie then looked at Alistair giving him an assuring smile that she was not offended at all. Her fork rested on the now empty dessert plate and she sighed contently, "I do appreciate the complement that I am lovely. I usually don't hear such things while out at sea with my crew. We're all rather laid back if you get my meaning...equals even."
She rested her elbow on the table then propped her chin in the palm of her hand while watching everyone closely. Her men had a glazed look in their eyes which meant they were feeling the effects of sleep despite all the wine. She smiled softly, "Alright men, you can retire. I think you've more than earned that today." Her crew got out of their chairs and nodded their heads respectfully to Alistair then to Jeremie before finally giving a mock salute to Shalia which she returned with just two fingers rather than her whole hand. Once they had departed she pushed herself off her elbow then sat back in her chair, "I suppose we should move this party to another room? Perhaps the study where we can all relax or is it time to retire for everyone else as well?"
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Post by Guest on Apr 18, 2010 9:13:55 GMT -5
Jeremie repeated the word to himself, it swam around his mind as he took a big mouthful of the chocolate dessert. He swallowed his spoonful and began to say it out loud, "Restraint..." he said over and over. He finally admitted defeat and looked up at Shalia with a look of bewilderment on his face, "My lady, what is this word 'restraint'. I've studied the language of Ferelden for many years and I don't think I've come across any word like it."
He looked up and down the table at his entourage and they all merely looked at him and shrugged. It was quite possible that a word like 'restraint' had no place within the Orlesian vocabulary especially the nobility.
Jeremie finished his dessert, almost licking the plate clean. He would get fat if he kept eating like this. He dabbed his mouth with his napkin. "A most wonderful meal" he announced sighing with contentment. "You certainly know how to feed your guests, sire" he said, turning to Alistair.
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Post by The Maker on Apr 19, 2010 5:02:16 GMT -5
Alistair kept the lip of the goblet up to his mouth, almost defensively, as he listened to Shalia explain to Jeremie exactly what was meant, much to his relief. If he had opened his mouth even an inch, he was certain that verbal vomit would spew forth and just make him seem like even more of an idiot. He didn't want to appear that way in front of the Orlesian that he was supposed to be taking under his wing, and especially not in front of Shalia. For whatever reason, her opinion of him mattered deeply to him. "I do appreciate the complement that I am lovely. I usually don't hear such things while out at sea with my crew. We're all rather laid back if you get my meaning...equals even." said Shalia after she finished explaining herself, Alistair simply nodding at her, trying not to laugh or fall out of his chair. 'Perhaps it's time to put down the wine, Alistair,' his conscience told him, and he obliged.
Now it was Jeremie's turn to speak. "My lady, what is this word 'restraint'. I've studied the language of Ferelden for many years and I don't think I've come across any word like it." he said, his accent seeming to become heavier as he ate and drank as well. Or maybe it was Alistair's drink that was making him harder to understand. Who knows. Either way, Alistair burst out laughing at this, as it seemed just so fitting.
"You certainly know how to feed your guests, sire" Jeremie said, seeming to enjoy his dessert. "I try, Jeremie. Glad you liked it. Would you like another piece?" he said motioning for one of the servants to bring him another before he even had a chance to answer. He didn't even note the fact that Jeremie had called him sire, and he no longer cared in his inebriated state. The dinner was over, though; the wine was all gone, save for what little left Alistair had in his goblet, Shalia's men had retired, they'd polished off dessert, and the music had slowed to a peaceful slow pace that suited the wind-down of the evening.
"I suppose we should move this party to another room? Perhaps the study where we can all relax or is it time to retire for everyone else as well?" Shalia suggested, leaning back in her chair contentedly. "Sounds perfect to me, as I owe you that chat." Alistair replied happily. He looked forward to talking to her candidly again. "Jeremie?"
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Post by Guest on Apr 19, 2010 10:29:04 GMT -5
Shalia gave Jeremie a very amused look when he asked about restraint, "Let me put it this way...If you see something you really want you don't buy it or take it because you want to bide your time. Sort of like training yourself to be patient and if that's not in your vocabulary I'll liken that to just waiting for the perfect moment." She laughed and shook her head feeling a slight buzz within her head before she sighed contently. Her eyes shifted down the table to Alistair when he answered her question about retiring to another room so the servants could clear things up. All that was left was to hear Jeremie's reply. If he joined them or not didn't really matter to her. She figured it would just be nice to dispense with the formalities.
Carefully she pushed herself away from the table then stood up. She stretched out slowly by raising her arms above her head and taking a deep breath. As she let it out slowly she looked at the remaining guests with a grin, "Shall we?" Slowly she moved around to push her chair back in then leaned slightly on the back as she looked from Jeremie to Alistair wondering who'd be the next to move or if Jeremie would bow out because he had something else on his agenda considering the conversation about the personal servant earlier.
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Post by Guest on Apr 19, 2010 12:05:40 GMT -5
Jeremie politely held up his hand to stop the servant from placing the second helping of dessert in front of him. "No... I must politely decline" he said bringing his hand to pat his stomach, "I have consumed a little too much already, no? Unless you intend to make me fat!" he said in jest, the dizziness of the wine making him laugh a little harder than normal as he said this. He turned now to look at Shalia who began to explain the concept of the word 'restraint'
"Let me put it this way...If you see something you really want you don't buy it or take it because you want to bide your time. Sort of like training yourself to be patient and if that's not in your vocabulary I'll liken that to just waiting for the perfect moment." Jeremie sat politely and listened, his mouth was slightly agape and he found himself leaning slightly forward as if hanging on every word. When she finished he took a moment to gather his thoughts, "My lady..." he began, "That sounds absolutely dreadful!" he said as if he had just been told a particularly scary story. "I hope I never have to experience such a terrifying ordeal, I don't think I could cope!" he announced.
He nodded at Alistair's invitation, "Thank you for the offer, however I fear I must decline. I have correspondence destined for Orlais that I must attend to, before I sleep tonight." With this he stood and bowed politely before Alistair, "My lady..." he said turning to Shalia and repeating the gesture. With that he turned and left the table, sliding his seat back under the table. He bade his farewells to some of the others who had been sat at the table and left, destined for his room.
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Post by The Maker on Apr 20, 2010 6:34:47 GMT -5
Alistair smirked to himself as he listened to Shalia trying to explain the word 'restraint' to Jeremie. "Somehow, I don't think he'll get it," Alistair remarked, subtly poking fun at the noble. "I hope I never have to experience such a terrifying ordeal, I don't think I could cope!" Jeremie responded, a look of horror on his face. Alistair couldn't help but to burst out laughing at this, the alcohol making it perhaps more boisterous than was appropriate. He felt slightly dizzy from the wine, and quite warm, but his mood could not have been better. Alistair could be described as a happy drunk, and he was drunk and happy indeed.
As Shalia pushed herself up from the table, Alistair followed suit. He tried not to tip slightly over as he did so, but steadied himself by placing his fingertips on the tabletop. It was becoming a trained habit now for him to stand from the table when a woman did. "Shall we?" Shalia asked as she stretched and moved closer to them, Alistair looking to Jeremie to await his answer. Whether he wanted to stay or go to sleep didn't particularly matter to Alistair, but the King had an idea what his answer would be. "Thank you for the offer, however I fear I must decline. I have correspondence destined for Orlais that I must attend to, before I sleep tonight. My lady..." Jeremie excused himself with two polite but over-exuberant bows toward them, confirming Alistair's suspicions.
As the noble made his way toward the corridor that would lead onto his guest chambers. Alistair then looked to Shalia, keeping one hand on the table but offering his arm to her. Whether it was to have her on his arm or keep himself steady once he left the safety of the table he left unclear, but a smirk on his face was ever-present. "I suppose it's just you and me, now." he said, even though a few of Jeremie's people were still at the table. "Where are we off to? Shall we have our chat? I'm afraid you'll have to guide me, because I'm not sure I'd be able to find my way out of a paper bag at the moment," he said, cracking up at himself. He was drunk, but not horribly; definitely more than he should have been, however. Perhaps he had embraced the idea of a good-spirited celebratory banquet too much.
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