Break the ice; have our muses interact!

This includes not only if our characters haven’t met yet, but even if they already have.

“Are you lost?“  ‘And you are?” “Who are you?” “I don’t think we’ve met.” “How old are you?” “How long have you been there?” “Can I trust you?” “Who do you think you are?” “Are you wearing my clothes…?” “You’re cute.“  “Would you like to go on a date with me?” “People are watching.” “Be Careful!” “Help me!” “I’ve got bad news.“  “Hate to  break it to you.. but ___ is dead.“  “I will never forgive you.” “I’m sorry…” “Why are you so angry?“  “Just kill me!” “This is where it ends.” “Victory!“  “Stay close!” “Watch it!” “Why don’t you hate me?!“  “You can’t just give up… not now!”

The Grand Court Game

As soon as the girl left her chamber, Catherine slipped out of her bed. Bare feet touched the cold floor, but it didn’t bother her as much as the headache. For the first couple seconds it was almost surreal, how the world seemed to be spinning around her as she stood up. She could only step as far to reach the nearest gown hanging from the chair. Just in time to cover her naked flesh.

The princess was sitting back on the edge of her bed by the time Avia had arrived. “Leave it on the stool.” She ordered the girl, massaging her forehead as tried to gather her thoughts. “There is… there is a small glass vial on the shelf. It’s lavender oil, you could smell it. Put three drops in the water and leave it. That… that would be all. For now.”

“Yes M’am...” Avia nodded, registering the orders she had been given. The girl wandered over to the shelf slowly, her gaze scanning over the surface for a while before finally setting on the vial. She was anxious and on edge, still attempting to impress, however instead of impressive she only felt more pathetic.

Her hands shook slightly as she was adding the drops of lavender to the water. After a couple of drops she somehow managed to loose count, unable to tell if she had passed three. Even so she added another drop, unsure whether it would make a difference. “Are you sure that’s all? Do- do you need anything else?”

“It feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight.” Will remarked, grinning at her as he gave a slight shrug.

“Only if you’re making it...” Avia retorted. She mirrored Will’s grin, looking to him hopefully.

Guy of Gisborne is like a cat

Except instead of “Here’s a dead bird.  Love me,”

It’s “I burned your house down.  Love me.”

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The Grand Court Game

Catherine groaned under the sheets again. It wasn’t just the lack of sleep that made her feel more irritated than usual. The headache was already giving her a hard time, there was no need to make it worse for her. Constant babbling of a completely new person was unnecessary.

“Fetch me some hot water.” The princess ordered instead, ignoring the pain on the back of her skull as she lifted herself enough to sit on the bed. Covers slipped down from her bare shoulders as she tried to fix her hair. “And do it fast.”

Avia gave a small nod and hurried out of the door of the bed chamber. With it only being her first day, the layout of the castle was alien to her. It took her a short while before she finally stumbled upon the kitchens, after having walked into several dead ends. Unsure of what to do she anxiously made her way over to the face she thought would be the most forgiving.

“I- um- excuse me? Do you know where I can get some hot water for the Princess?” The other castle worker rolled her eyes before taking Avia through the appropriate steps. It wasn’t long before the handmaiden was on her way back to the bed chambers a basin of water.

“Let it be heard and known about the lands and realms of Richard, His Majesty, King of England, that on this, the twenty-sixth day of April, in the year of our Lord eleven hundred and ninety-two, the following men, having been tried under law and found guilty–Benedict Giddens of Locksley, Will Scarlett of Locksley, Luke Scarlett of Locksley, Allan A Dale of Locksley–these same men have been sentenced to hang by a rope until they are dead.“ - Robin of Locksley, Earl of Huntingdon,  Will You Tolerate This? S1, Ep1

“We don’t tell ‘em if it’s the dangle.” - Nottingham Jailer

26 April 1192 - The hanging of The Locksley Four

robin hood + hugs (part 1)

“I’m marrying a man I do not love.  There are worse things in heaven and Earth.”

The Grand Court Game

Princess was still one foot in her dreams, desperately clutching to what was left in her mind. It was far more appealing to her to what could possibly await on her in reality. She could barely hear the words spoken to her.

Unlike the sunlight that mercilessly hit her face, making Catherine hide further into her bedding and groan even louder. “Go away.” She said as she turned from one side of the bed to the other. “It’s too early. How can you say it’s a beautiful day already when there is so much that can go wrong?”

“I try to see the best in things.” Avia sighed. The girl could see that she was irritating the Princess who did not want to leave her dreaming. She didn’t want to make a bad impression, if anything she somewhat wanted to impress. Avia had heard that handmaidens in this castle were fired quicker than they arrived and somehow, she wanted to be the one that was different.

“Would you like me to leave you for now? My... lady?” She was unsure of what title to use when addressing the woman hidden beneath the mountain of bed linen. 

domestic/family starter prompts.

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