The Balcony

Christina nodded softly "In just one meeting? you must be a kind of romantic poet, are you?" she asked softly

Christina smiled softly as she listened to him "If your not a romantic, then what are you?" she said softly

With a sigh I step out onto the balcony.
There is a sharp bitterness initially as I step out however it soon dissolves away-much like my first reaction to court. I admit I am hasty to presume an opinion on everything and everyone...

It is relatively quiet apart from a few strange faces dressed with their own vacant expressions; either too tired or too bored of the dancing. I am neither however I have no companion with whom I can dance with yet so for now I have concluded enjoying my wine shall do.

I look up rather astonished at the woman stumbling towards me,"I am not your servant, madam."
I snap my fingers in the direction of a servant,"Water."

The servant scuttles into the hall to collect some water and sip my wine. I examine the woman-is she drunk?
"Are you intoxicated madam?"I then think to myself how poor this could reflect on me if I am seen with a drunkard.

As I contemplate leaving the servant returns with a cup of water,"Thank you,"I whisper and hand her the water.

Cesare Garcia wrote:

Cesare laughed and shrugged "I afraid i am yet to find out, My Lady." he said "I think i am a realistic.."

Christina smiled softly "Realistic is a good trait to have" she said softly

"I hardly think being intoxicated is a cause of 'emergency' aid,"I reply cooly and sip my wine.

I glance to over the balcony and observe the view,"Besides, I retrieved you a drink-you should be thanking me."

Stands on the balcony with my hair down blowing in the wind looking out into the distance closes my eyes listening to the quiet

As I walk around I go to the balcony letting the wind blow my hair as I look on the hall watching people having a good time I smile as I sip my wine wondering if the place am heading to is anything like here

Jasper ignored the jovialities of the Great Hall and meandered to The Balcony. He looked out vacantly, admiring the gardens below...

Seeing a man come out I recongise him being the man I walked with oood eve your grace

A server bring Lord Crwaley the Message from Lady Misseldon.

My Lord is a special from Lady Misseldon.
He look around that nobody look.

Dear Lord Crawley
Thank you for the gift.
I will soon come back to court.

Ursula

Take this gift till i come back.

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Jasper quickly read the letter and smiled. He discreetly opened the locket and admired the portrait within. He slipped both the parchment and locket into his pocket with a glint in his eyes.
He then glanced up and noticed the Danish princess he spoke with earlier,"Your Highness,"he replied and slipped back to his chamber.

As I rest my hands in the bars off the balcony I look down on the gardens feeling much along still unsure if I will get married or not but knowing he needs to hurry up as delivering the baby makes me wish I had one

Margaret reached the balcony to take some fresh air. She was lost into her thoughts when she noticed a man standing there. She looked surprised at him, thinking of being alone. She came closer and curtsied "My lord..." She whispered, blushing a bit

Margaret showed him a surprised face and smiled weakly. Did he recognized her? "Oh...Garcia, you said? So you must be lady Alfonsina's brother. My name is Margaret Wyatt. I am your sister's lady in waiting. I...I heard of you, my lord..." She answered with sweet, submissive voice