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Marietta
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PostSubject: ~.Gilded.~   Thu Dec 01, 2016 1:03 am

She leaned her back against the cold of the tub, settling into the milk that rippled with a mixture of rose petals and hibiscus flowers. It was a period of relaxation a period she was allowed a true privacy, if only for moments. Blue eyes skimmed over the intricate wooden screen that was placed between her and her ladies in waiting. Quiet, all holding a piece of her outfit and doing the namesake of their job.

She sunk lower until her chin submerged and to compensate her knees came out, then the rest of one leg as she lifted it out, the liquid flowing down off of her. Just a few more minutes and she'll be as soft and lush as they expected her to be. She gave her other leg a chance in the air before deciding she had enough and made the motions to rise and ready for the departure. From the side of the wooden screen came a towel. Good, they were paying attention. She eased herself out of the claw-foot tub with its painted gold toes and took the towel from the offering hands.

Even though the ladies-in-waiting were close and had the privilege to ready her she had made it particularly pointed that she would do certain layers herself. So next came the under-gown, patient as she took her sweet time dabbing the milk from her body, slowly smoothing the woven fibers across her skin from her toes up her leg and from her thigh crossed over her stomach and higher still in one singular glide. She was taking her time, soaking up as much of her solitude as she could, aware that at some point a chamberlain would announce that time was nigh. Luxury was a very busy profession.

She dropped the towel at her feet and reached for the under-gown and stepped into its sheer material, pulling up over her hips and slid her arms through the shoulder bands and tugged it once again over her breasts before she stepped into view of the ladies and held her arms out in proper position where she would do nothing else but be their very own life sized doll for dressing. One by one they came and added a layer to her figure until the resemblance of the outfit had been made. They were dressing her in that midnight black, a material that was actually blue but few could see it until paired with her eyes and their distinctive shade like the frigid winter she had been born into.

The time for accessories was perhaps the most patience-testing part of the routine as she was lead to a seat where she would be pulled and tugged upon in all directions as someone applies her make up and another does her hair and yet another checks and clarifies her nails. But it was necessary, and she approved of the outcome. Her eyelashes were like thick butterfly wings, making her eyes seem bigger than they were-- important as it were her eyes that were the most expressive about her. The final touch of her crown was pinned to the lace headpiece that nested on her white hair.

The crown itself was small, as though she decided to wear a spiky bangle for one instead. She wore it a little canted to the side at an angle that gave her a little bit of flair. And on she marched, leading her coterie out and into the hall where they would proceed to the ballroom where yet again she would be announced as if it were the first time anyone had ever seen her.

And yet again take her seat upon the dais, her gaze scrutinizing every little issue with every little thing she could possibly find. All the while shirking off the attempts at gaining her favor, finding her fellow aristocrats dull and unfulfilled. No fire at all to them, and she wasn't even talking about their ambitions. Those they had plenty of, though they revolved around getting her to marry and giving their lineage a big fat boost in coffer and power. She rather keep her power to herself, save it for something worthwhile, something a little more gaining than becoming Queen of the Cuckoo Clocks or whatever they fiddled with outside of Inizio D'Oro under the song of The Skald.

Her ladies-in-waiting had gone on to enjoy themselves, catching up with families they didn't normally get to see due to the nature of their convent here, the lords much of the same, sequestered here for the male royals' personal guaranteed hunting party. At least they got to have fun. Recitals were exhausting, it was well known that she could belt out an aria or keep grace in dance. She could stitch with the best as well-- when you had nothing else to do in your days you became quite good at the little things you are made to do as nonsensical as they were.

When things were well and busy she lifted slowly from her chair and slipped away, seeing how far she could get before someone would stop her and how easy of an excuse would let her through. Fresh air, normally, developing a rumor that she was delicate and easily faint. They seemed to buy that, especially as it had been a big event when she did actually collapse some months ago, found by the hedge artist in a heap.


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PostSubject: Re: ~.Gilded.~   Sun Dec 04, 2016 12:58 am

The gaiety of the gathering became muffled as she ventured as far out as she knew herself to be allowed to. Staying within the light of the window and the shadow grid it created on the lawn. Her eyes cast upward to the moon in the winter sky and she breathed. It wasn't quite cold enough to see the air from her lips yet, and that was for the best or her time away from the event would have been cut even shorter out of fear that she'd be their "principessa di ghiaccio". Her attention fell from the sky to the gate an acre away. Destiny lay beyond that gate, or whatever else was drawing her to it. She couldn't remember what she was doing the day she fell, or how long she had been out when she woke to the shaking of the gardener. But she could remember her childhood, she could remember what she had for breakfast that morning, even. But not why she was out there, if she tripped, if she felt ill, nothing. And now because of that, because she was delicate and something to cherish she was lauded over and sequestered in this place.

At the same time, it was such a routine for her she couldn't really see leaving it either. Being born with a silver spoon in the mouth wasn't such a bad life. All she really needed to do was marry whom she was told to and be versed in a menagerie of activity. Her hands will always remain soft. To suggest that she was tired of this life would be an overstatement, though not untrue. She heard the boots behind her, tilting her head just so her eye could peer over her shoulder. A slow blink for effect as that calculating nature sifted through. Could she bully this one to buy herself some more time? Should she?

"Prima, an announcement will be made, you must return within."

Her eyes closed. That answered that. "If I must," she would comply with a turn on her toe and the slow stroll. This announcement can wait till she got there and she wasn't about to rush for news she didn't care for. The nobleman guard walked behind her, keeping his distance by five short steps.
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PostSubject: Re: ~.Gilded.~   Fri Dec 09, 2016 1:19 am

She lead the way back with a strong stride, pausing only when they had returned to the main entrance to that great hall she had just slipped away from minutes before. The crowd was parted to either side of the black fabric that lead up to the throne dais, littered with embroidery of gold leaves and swirls that hid the occasional treble clef of the Skald. Marietta dipped briefly in a curtsy and resumed her manner of breezing by with those painted eyes focused intently on her family waiting at the other end. The one that fetched her remained behind, as was his place.

At the foot of the platform that held them she stopped again and curtsied again. Only this time it was lower, her gown rippling around her like a rose in full bloom, the black of the carpet revealing that her dress had a little more blue to it by comparison. She may have been born from that carpet, from The Tapestry itself. Her crowned head remained downcast, counting quietly the proper length of time for her to show respect to the king, a time punctuated by his gesture for her to rise and to join him at his left side. Poised she took her position and looked over the crowd from her new height, never letting her eyes rest on any singular person for too long lest ideas be spread. They were all here, each lord and lady about her age, give or take a few years, the young masters of colonies of varying size and importance to the kingdom as well as the new-money guild leaders' children-of-age. Their parents were here this night for the event. For many it was the first time they got to lay eyes on the family as a whole, having normally only met with the Prima Uomo on the vast meetings in the city hall outside of their gates. Ones she and her generation had not been privy to though it would be their duties soon enough.

"It is long overdue that we begin our negotiations of our futures," he began as she droned out the rest. She knew what was being told. This was the big speech about her future, the spouse that would use her as a stepping stone to the throne. The hand she had been dealt had not been ideal. While they all had the breeding, some had the looks and skills, none had a fire to them. None had that steadfast devotion that her father did. This was duty, however, her only job in this life and the trade off for such luxury. She could make her move afterwards... shift the balance back to her and hers.

She planned on keeping it that way. Irises of blue nudged to the right corners of her eyes, her chin tilting just so as she addressed the king. Despite being his daughter, she was also stuck to using formalities. He was done talking, having just linked the next review with his final decision on the matter, something that the murmur in the room suggested was not the happiest of waits. "Prima Uomo. I request that you allow me during this time to see for myself what these provinces offer you these days."

Denied, firmly. Again.

She didn't like being told no.

Another year, maybe two, cooped up here while he judged only what was brought forward to the guild hall? Surely the Skald had a better story in mind, especially with the gifts that had been bestowed. What a waste they would be for her to merely sit pretty. Marietta bowed and fitfully took her leave yet again, this time to 'mingle' for as long of a while as she could stand. Which, given the crowd, wasn't very long at all.
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PostSubject: Re: ~.Gilded.~   Mon Dec 19, 2016 10:00 pm

She floated through the crowd with the briefness of a butterfly, never lighting in one spot for long. The whispers were caught on her coming and going, comments ranging from her lack of expression to the strangeness of her being in general. The situation in the garden that had her under metaphorical lock-and-key. The likely spouse she would be wed to, as after all, they were in the room among them now. It was something even she wanted to know, and couldn't begin to guess.

In her lessons there had been studies of the various guilds in power, the families that headed them and the provinces they were located at. None of which really prepared her, she felt, for understanding what sort of family she was getting tied to. Did her father know them more intimately? She let her thoughts blind her as she left the busy hall again, mumbling an excuse of being tired.

"Allow my handmaidens to enjoy themselves, I will read until they come to attend to their duties." She hoped that would do, while this felt normal to her, to want solitude more often than the parties it seemed to garner concerns from the veteran workers. As if she was not herself ever since the fall. Maybe she wasn't, she often felt both strange and native to her own skin. It seemed to have worked, as she didn't hear any following steps as she headed down marble-lined walls toward her room.

A quick shoulder check, and she turned the gold lattice-work ring seated on the middle finger of her right hand thrice. A spark of gold shone at the brim of her irises before like a fuse trailed around the edge to meet itself. In her vision now the gold line permeated the world, attached to her ring like a tether, stretching out before her and behind her as though she had been following a rail. It went through the wall at the end of the hall instead of veering to the left or right, as it had for months now. For as long as she had the ring.

She wanted to know where the end of it was.

A breath. It was going to be tonight.

She willed the light to go as she turned away from its path and headed on to her room where, as all the time before she played her part as perfectly as possible. Taking a seat on the velvet chaise with a book of heroes past and thumbed through various stories until her gaggle of workers arrived to dress her down for the night. Just as before, but in reverse. She was seated to have her make up and jewelry removed, cream massaged into her hair that was then braided and capped. Her outfit undone and put away, layer by layer. Then she retreated behind the gilded screen and removed the last article, hands appearing to take it away and hand over a night dress.

Then the group curtsied and took their leave to their own rooms and Marietta was left in bed, alone, in the dark. She waited there a few minutes, ears listening and straining to hear through the thick walls of any activity. And when she gave up she sat up and cupped her hands together. She inhaled and concentrated, trying to pull the spark that sat in the lowest part of her sternum . Come on... come on...

She swallowed, stifling a groan and keeping herself quiet as a pleasure rolled up through her as power moved from her core through her extremities, like a hot drink warming on frosty day. A bud of warm light materialized there in her palms, and blossomed open into a more recognizable flame. It caused her white hair to shimmer with gold and orange coated her pale porcelain face. The dancing and flickering soothed her and she became entranced by it for wasted moments before she remembered what she set out to do. Shifting the flame into one hand she got up and paced her room. The jewelry she can bring and sell off... but she can't go out there in what she wore now! But she wasn't sure what outfit she possessed she could go in, still, she would browse her wardrobe in the adjoining room. With some shears she could probably make due with one of the skirts and a corset... then she could steal boots and a long jacket from the Millitancy...

A plan was coming together.
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PostSubject: Re: ~.Gilded.~   Sat Dec 24, 2016 1:38 am

Bare feet did not recoil from the cold floors as winter creeped just outside the walls. There were several opportunities coming up that she realized could be better, as sneaking like this was likely only to cause more problems. As a child, whenever she would sneak about the weeks before her birthday to try and find the presents gathered and stored to her, she would always get caught. Once because she was trying to remove the issue of her footsteps by sliding her feet-- only to get them caught from the transition of a rug, tripping her with a cry that summoned the nearest guard to her aid. Or the time she was craving chocolate and sweets and got herself all the way to the kitchens before another clumsy action made it sound as though a wild animal was caught in there. Again, guards came, and she was hauled off to her room. She eventually learned her lesson, or grew out of it as she found other things to keep her occupied.

Her eyes to the flame in her hand. It was a cold day when it came to her and not so long ago in the privacy of her bed and in the quiet of the night. The moon was large enough to illuminate her room through the sheer curtains that filtered it, creating a sparkle effect on the snow. A stirring had occurred, one not satiated by any physical means that she could discover, pawing and clawing at herself with growing desperation. It was hot and uncomfortable, causing her to writhe and strain. Did she need a physician? Busy fingers continued to scratch at her pale complexion, her shoulders and heels pressing into the bed while she arched up against the aching. Her breathing labored, fearful for the feeling and begged for the release of pressure to come, even if it meant some creature was going to bust its way out of her stomach. But no such creature came but a light in a jewelry box's seam.

And a voice that asked of her desires.

Passion, Fire. She lacked that in her life, she craved it, she sought interest in a dull but vibrant world.

And so it was in the literal sense... when she had exhausted her ability to fight the pressure, she was dizzy and she was sure she was hearing things. But when she collapsed it felt more like a wave than an ache. She felt like she was glowing, though she was not. Her eyes looked to the candle by her bed. It blinked alive and lighted. Another candle. Another. All sprouted wisps of fire at her mere whim. She looked to her hand... and as she willed it, an orb of flame grew...

She spent several nights after that playing and getting familiar with the swirl of energy she could vaguely sense within. Of how more clearly she could see the fire in others, or lack thereof as she noticed among her peers. It explained much for her.

The glowing in the jewelry box had been the ring that spun the thread of light that she yearned the follow, the very reason she was sneaking out and debating on how to go about her great escape into the world. And how to do it with little consequence on top of it all. After all, while dull and repetitive... it was a good life. She recognized her duty to it, too... but all because of a fall in the garden she was captive in this gilded cage, triple-walled from the rest of the world. What she read in books and taught in lecture couldn't be everything she needed to know as Donna was it?

She stopped by one of the windows and looked at the wall that surrounded the property. How was she going to get past that...

Maybe she couldn't, on her own.
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