As the door opened and the Queen stepped inside with her most trusted Lady, Lady Jane, the two women each shared one another’s whispers and it was well known that another that was told to one the other would know within moments. The room bowed and curtsied in respect to the woman whose dark eyes searched the room for the only man that mattered. Not for her love for him but because of his sign of respect for her had been quickly diminishing. He was late and it displeased her greatly because it was in front of an audience. Esmeralda was a vain woman and put stock in the appearance of everything above all else. So much so that for a few months after her husband stopped his nightly visits she would mess up her bed and make it appear as if he had …show more content…
Listening absently, tho she was trying not to, to the conversation of the Queen and King the room took on an air of tenseness and unease and it was not til his Uncle was seated and conversations began once more that everyone seemed to move past it. Elizabeth felt her cheeks turn a deep shade of red as Lavister spoke of Flemming’s wife and she laughed. “Oh I am sure Lady Flemming is very lovely.” Flemming picked up his wine as he laughed at the girl’s kindness and shook his head. “No dear one, Lady Flemming is very rich!” All three of them laughed tho Elizabeth tried to hide it. “It is a very nice seat and you are both much better company then I have had in a long time.” She smiled towards them sweetly as she lifted her own glass of wine and sipped …show more content…
She wasn’t by nature a shy person but she also had never been skilled at speaking in large crowds like her elder brother Robert was. Her eyes turned towards Henry and those soft sparkling blue pools met his own as she smiled softly. Something about him made her feel as if no one else were in the room. Lifting the pale blue of her skirt she curtsied down softly bowing her head causing one of the red curls to fall against her bare neck the tendril curling against her cleavage. Rising back up she spoke to the whole room but her eyes stayed solely on him. “Lady Elizabeth Thornton from Staffordshire your
Mrs. Reed likewise separates Jane from the Reeds’ social circle by confining her to the nursery while her cousins spend their days in the drawing room (22) and calling Mr. Lloyd, the apothecary for “ailing servants,” instead of the family physician for Jane’s illness (15), thus placing her among the servants. However, the servants too reject Jane from their group—Miss Abbot told Jane that she is “less than a servant” because she does “nothing for [her] keep” (9). Jane thus
Good God, Isabel. She clucks her tongue. She raises the cider to her lips.
She seemed like a troubled spirit, like some shadow out of the earth, clinging to him and entreating him to give her peace. Behind her the fireflies were weaving in and out over the wheat. He put his hand on her bent head. On my honor, Marie, if you will say you love me, I
A grin split away his mustache and crows feet stepped from the corners of his eyes. “Lady Glimmersmere, I’m so pleased my steward told me true.” He pushed himself upright. “You are beautiful.” “It is kind my lord thinks so,” Muriel said.
He was directly in front of her now, “I do believe that was you.” Cupping her face in his hands, he brought his lips to hers. Her mouth was agape in horror before she bit him, her teeth clamping down over his lower lip. Without so much as a grimace of pain, he leaned back, letting his hands slide gently over her neck, down her shoulders, and sway lackadaisically at his
"I am sorry, my boy. I don´t have the time to talk with you right now but Elizabeth for sure has. She´s outside in the back." He suppresses a rolling with the eyes and replies instead with a simple "Yes, Sir."
Luther remarks. Clinking on china as Luther serves the sushi, the girl still only sits there. But this time, she gives Luther a somewhat warm
Breathing was hard here. People, mostly men, crowed around the gates of her palace trying to see the most beautiful woman in the world. She focused on her face, her breathing, utterly ignoring her cousin Penelope who glared at the suitors crowing the gates. “These men are insufferable,” Penelope sighed looking over at her beautiful cousin, “promise me you’ll marry any of them.” “Oh Duckie, you’re just jealous of me,” Helen laughed flipping her honey hair over a shoulder.
“Aunt Alexandra was fanatical on the subject of my attire. I could not possibly hope to be a lady if I wore breeches; when I said I could do nothing in a dress, she said I wasn’t supposed to be doing things that required pants. Aunt Alexandra’s vision of my deportment involved playing with small stoves, tea sets, and wearing th Add-A-Pearl necklace she gave me when I was born;
The queen sat in her bedroom, her chair facing out towards the large open window of the castle she ruled over since her late husband passed. She was in her late forties, but she couldn't look any younger than thirty five. The queen was dressed in an elegant blue and white ruffled dress with radiant and puffy sleeves. While the dress was very frilled and had lace adorning and accessorizing every edge, it was still very form-fitting in all of the right places. Keeping in touch with modern fashion she also had worn a fitting corset that was there mostly for appearances and aesthetic rather than to squeeze in any undesirable curves.
When Miss Brill arrives at the concert she begins people watching. As she curiously looks around she spots a “beautiful woman” carrying a bunch of violets that she drops (836). A young boy quickly picks up the violets for the lady and runs “to hand them to her” she took the violets and “threw them away as if they’d been poisoned” (836). Furthermore, Miss Brill witnesses a young lady “pleased to see” even “delighted” a gentlemen in grey (836). The young lady describes where she was on the “charming day” she went “everywhere, here, there, along by the sea” and the gentlemen responded with cruelty (836).
Mrs. Fairweather noticed with amusement the Worcester tea set, a gift from her late mother-in-law that usually only left the cupboard on formal occasions. Clearly Cecilia had Barnes’s approval, a sentiment he didn’t bestow lightly. She poured the tea and as soon as Barnes left Cecilia resumed her tale. “ I don’t think you ever met Jane, Aunt Emily.
The arrow impales his shoulder, and he stumbles, swallowed by the undergrowth. Lydia can see Aela gag a little but is soon distracted by the other three bandits, who had leaped to their feet at the twang of the bow. I have bigger things to worry about. She drops down from the ridge, right behind the younger male bandit.
The exit, his way back into the sunlight and back to his city, and everyone he left behind to find the seven keys that were hanging from the keychain on his right hip. Bringing the lantern up to his mouth, he bit down on the handle of the lantern and gently rested his hands on the walls of the shaft, breathing heavily as he tried to think of a way to bring himself up the about twenty foot shaft. “‘hink, ‘hink...” He muttered, his voice muffled and strained, from the lantern handle clenched between his teeth. Bahauddin’s body was not what it used to be, and now he knew he was going to have trouble climbing to freedom.
She was never happy and satisfied with what she had and always daydreamed of large ballrooms… decorated with oriental tapestries and lighted by high bronze floor lamps. She wanted to be the envy of all other women. When her husband gets an invite to the ball she wishes to appear wealthy to the other women at the ball. She borrows a diamond necklace from a wealthy friend, Mme Forestier. At the ball, she becomes pretty, elegant, gracious and smiling than all the other ladies, and she finds herself enjoying the party.