The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
New gifted family of Lorendale added to the Families of Importance, the DeCarlos!
Congratulations to our winner of the holiday submission contest, Rigby, who came up with a brilliant holiday idea that incorporates a beautiful tale that flows with the lore and will be celebrated in Lorendale each Hiems from here on out! The Feast of the Twelve Marshals celebrates the return of Lorendale troops from war just in the nick of time to save the people from blood sacrifice and starvation. It is celebrated with secret note exchanges and a feast in which the firstborn of a family gets to dance with whomever they wish! We are looking forward to this new holiday!
The last time the two had met up, Adelaide had sought Hugh out in his office, blocked the door, and goaded the man into preforming oral on her. A casual hook-up for the Lady Steward, but a lost battle for the Wyndham. What was their score at now? Whatever it was, Adelaide was winning, that was for sure.
Today the tables would be turned.
Adelaide sat in her office. No, she wasn't being productive. She was doing her nails. Her musician sat in the corner playing something fun but quietly, and an attractive guard stood inside of her office door. When anyone knocked he'd answer it, moving stiffly, always keeping his eyes fixed ahead.
Post by Hugh Wyndham on Sept 28, 2020 15:12:46 GMT -5
Adelaide was his superior, that was why he had to come to tell her. Or at least that was what he kept telling himself. It wasn't because he'd miss her annoying persistence or her hot little tempting body that she had learned to use to incredibly to manipulate men, him included. No, this was simply business.
Mother had given them some pretty big news today, tomorrow he'd be leaving, and Adelaide needed to know. He knocked on the door, noting the attractive quality of the guard. He had no doubt the man had been chosen for his looks as much if not more so for his appearance over his skill. Not that he'd be incompetent. That also wasn't Adelaide's style.
The door was opened and Hugh stepped into Adelaide's office. Doing her nails and even with a musician there. She was always meant to be a Duchess. The title suited her. "Duchess," he purred a greeting, his words tinged with a touch of sarcasm. It had been hard for him to not be a little bitter each time he spoke with her since finding out what she was.
Post by Adelaide Teake on Sept 30, 2020 13:52:56 GMT -5
Adelaide was simply fixing a pesky nail. She'd never do all of her nails herself. That was for her groomers.
Her brown eyes flickered up nonchalantly to who entered, a right she'd earned to look at anyone that way--except Marjolaine--and at the sight of Hugh she felt a little lurch in her stomach that she promptly ignored. The man was nothing short of beautiful, but he was also obnoxious. Well, and fun. Shh, she was conflicted.
"Who." She very intentionally said his name just a little wrong, so he'd surely be puzzled as to whether she'd just been rude and called him by his first name, or said the word 'who' without the questioning lilt to her tone, perhaps asking who the duchess he was referring to was.
Post by Hugh Wyndham on Oct 1, 2020 16:50:28 GMT -5
She was successful in her game and it would be evident in how long it took Hugh to speak again as he tried to puzzle out a response. After a moment he decided the best decision was simply to move on. "I just came to let you know that I'll be heading of town. I'm sure my mother has likely made sure you already know, but I wanted you to hear it from me, regardless."
Post by Adelaide Teake on Oct 4, 2020 21:11:20 GMT -5
Adelaide smirked at Hugh. A slight, superior look that was sure to make a less confident man feel stupid.
"Not letting your mother speak for you. What a man." Her tone was false praise, sarcasm her knife for this fight. "Where will you be going, Palace Steward? And who will manage the palace in your absence?"
Post by Hugh Wyndham on Oct 5, 2020 10:07:28 GMT -5
Hugh had to fight to keep a glare off of his face at her sarcastic tone. "The manliest," he chose a joke instead and offered her a smirk. "I'll be going to Nevermere." He didn't explain why, that wasn't the point. "Maybe I'll find myself a witch for a wife." Okay, maybe he'd hint a little. He mostly wanted to see if she's react at all. A witch versus a gifted. Not all that different in some ways, but worlds different in others.
"What? You can't handle it yourself?" he said teasingly but then waved a hand. "No, I found a temporary replacement to cover for me. She will keep me informed on what is going on and I'll have a hand in as much as I can even while I'm away," he explained.
Post by Adelaide Teake on Oct 9, 2020 14:05:11 GMT -5
Adelaide was about to ask after his business in Nevermere--she was sister to the regent, aunt to the queen, a member of the royal court, and his boss, she had a right to know from her perspective--but he beat her to it. Clearly eager to tell him. She tried not to react, but she wasn't quite so polished as a noblewoman in her position ought to be. She smiled at him, but there was something sharp and jealous in her gaze. She hoped he got cursed.
"Maybe." She returned, her tone implying he wouldn't find success--which witch would watch him? Okay, she knew he was a catch...but she would let him think he wasn't.
"Well just know, count: if your replacement fails in any task, I will hold you responsible. Something to consider while you're on your witch hunt."
Post by Hugh Wyndham on Oct 12, 2020 5:55:29 GMT -5
Hugh was smugly glad to see the look behind her smile, glad his words had had some effect on her that she wasn't quite able to hide this time. It was enough that her 'maybe' didn't really phase him. She was just trying to get under his skin. And he wouldn't let her. This time. He hated to admit, so he wouldn't, how often she really did get to him. Like the last time she had visited his office...he had to quickly redirect his thoughts before the memory of it started to show outwardly.
"Noted," he replied, "And I will accept that responsibility." He was sure his replacement would do a fine job but he made a note to be extra intentional with his correspondences to her.
He moved closer to the desk and placed a palm on it as he leaned towards her a bit. His hand moved toward her, his fingers gliding down a strand of her hair if she didn't stop him first. "You will take care of yourself while I'm away won't you?" he asked with a smile, in a subtle tone of mock concern. It might have laced with genuine concern if he knew about Coheed yet.
Post by Adelaide Teake on Oct 16, 2020 13:05:01 GMT -5
Adelaide remained unflinching as Hugh moved in on her. She smiled at him, letting him touch her hair, not melting under his gaze or touch, but instead narrowing her eyes on him.
"You could always take care of me before you go." She suggested quietly, a whisper before she caught her lower lip between her teeth. It was desperate, but simply a sexual suggestion intended to turn his thought towards the things they'd done together.
Post by Hugh Wyndham on Oct 18, 2020 14:52:08 GMT -5
Of course his thoughts were immediately drawn to that, he knew she had done it intentionally too. His gaze drifted down to her lips as she bit her lower lip. His tongue briefly wet his bottom lip and his teeth grazed across it before his eyes sensually drifted back up to meet hers. "Mmmm, I could. But it was my turn last time. I think it's your turn to take care of me." He didn't expected her to actually comply. He didn't want her to. Yes he did. No he didn't.
Post by Adelaide Teake on Oct 23, 2020 14:00:31 GMT -5
Adelaide snapped her fingers twice and the blind musician in the corner of her room put down her instruments and left the room. The Lady Steward glanced down at her desk, then up at Hugh. She moved around it slowly, giving her hips a sway, and would rest against it again once on his side of it. She would then begin to gather her skirts on her thigh.
"Come here." She purred. She was going to enjoy watching him crumble, whether he gave in or not.
Post by Hugh Wyndham on Oct 26, 2020 10:05:02 GMT -5
Hugh's gaze followed the musician as she left, leaving them alone in the room together. His gaze lingered on the closed door. He really should leave. But when Adelaide started to move around the desk towards him, his eyes were drawn back to the Duchess. As she started to gather up her skirts his gaze immediately fell towards the action. His heart started to increase in it's pace and he stood frozen in place.
He had to fight the urge to give in to her. His hands clenched into fists as if that would help him resist her charm. He kept his eyes locked on her thighs. He didn't say yes. But he didn't say no either.
Post by Hugh Wyndham on Nov 12, 2020 12:31:48 GMT -5
His eyes lifted to her face when she spoke his name. Her sweet, innocent tone was not one that he could easily believe. He'd never known her to be that kind of girl. It was one thing he had enjoyed about her so much. She was fun. He'd probably regret this, like he did every time they had been together after finding out what she was hiding from him for all those years. But apparently he didn't learn from the regret.
He stepped towards her and as he reached her his hand moved to her now bare thigh, feeling her soft skin against his palm as he stroked his fingers along her leg. He looked into her eyes and slightly shook his head. "Vixen," he said to her as if using it as an insult. It wasn't. His other hand moved to her long and slender neck, his fingers gliding along her skin.
Post by Adelaide Teake on Nov 12, 2020 13:44:45 GMT -5
Hugh stepped forward, and into Adelaide's trap. Her legs would straighten out, reaching to capture Hugh, intending to pull him in close, right against her. She was rather skinny and even bony, but she liked to thing her legs were strong. They knew how to keep a grip while straddling (wink).
If she successfully caught him, Adelaide would also snatch at his face with her hands, intending to capture it and pull it down to hers. She'd kiss him then, a deep, lust-driven kiss with a little slip of tongue, and then break away rather unceremoniously to whisper,