[RP] Wedding Reception of Lynna and Arthur

Donnor wrote:It was all about mischief and how he loved to cause it. His hands went to her sides as she pulled him down, he kissed her gently. ”At least he isn’t dead…and I make no promises, it all depends on how the night goes.” He would try and behave, at least behave enough to not cause to much trouble. ”Technically Aasha, trouble found you at the last wedding reception we attended…You just can not get rid of me.” Grinning, he begins to lead her through the doors of the castle.

Turning back once to see if there was any movement from the stable boy or the driver he saw someone helping the stable boy to his feet. ”Bah, look at the goodie two shoes. I do suppose this one is luckier than the last stable boy I bumped into.” He smiled once more and turned his attention back in front of him as they went in. His eyes scanned the room as he searched for a seat, preferably one close to where the alcohol would be. Spotting what looked like a bar to him, he escorted Aasha over and pulled her seat out enabling her to sit before seating himself. ”He was curious if he would be the only trouble maker there for the event.”

Seeing the seating for the new bride and groom, a brilliant idea popped into his head. Pulling the ink and quill from his pocket, he grabbed a napkin and began writing something furiously. It was what he though was a wonderful toast in his mind, special for his brother and his new wife. With a grin he folded the napkin and placed it into his pocket.

Aasha wrote:She didn't expect him to agree, and truth be told, was glad he didn't. It was one of the many things she admired about him. He had a knack for being himself, despite what anyone said or expected. She'd tried changing and had gone back to not caring what folks thought because of him, and was much happier being herself. Her eyes sparkled as she whispered; Wouldna dream of it.

Allowing him to lead her in, she glanced down at her skirt, giggling softly as her boots peeked out from the bottom. Wearing a dress was her only concession in going to the wedding, she wasn't going to wear shoes she couldn't walk in. She glanced back at his comment and grinned. He's jus' a boy...theres bigger ones to be messin' wit'. Now if'n ya was gonna run over a noble or three, I wouldna mind so much. Ya knows...it coulda been me ya ranned over at the Regent rec'pti'n...I tole Harlan I was better'n the stables than as his bestest man.

The room was already getting crowded, doing nothing to put her at ease. She looked up as he pulled her seat out, bowed slightly and winked, then sat down. He was practically humming with excitement as he began to scribble, even looking she could make neither head nor tail of his chicken scratch. It was the perfect distraction, she pulled his flask out of her pocket and took a deep drink, then replaced it quickly. She had barely gotten it rehidden when he finished and tucked the napkin into his pocket. Leaning towards him, she nudged as she asked; What was ya writin' Donnor?

Gabrielle_ wrote:Pieter pulls the chair out and Gabby sets down, her lips forming a thank you to him. As he takes his seat Gabby takes his hand in hers and surveys the newly arrived guests. She thinks to herself quite the electic mix.
"I think this shall be an interesting dinner, dear Nutkin." she whispered to her husband. He nodded an assent.

Myxti wrote:Myxti smiles when she sees Evan

"Cousin, how are you? I hardly recognized you without the brood! Evan, this is my cousin visiting from Spain, Don de Navarra. He's my mother's nephew."

Ferdinand: "Just Ferdinand" He corrects her "Nice to meet you, Evan."

She giggles as she finally finds the gift table and places her gifts on it.

Tapestry for the wall:



Basket with goodies:



EDITED to add Ferdinand

Donnor wrote:”Oh fine, I will leave the stable boy alone for the rest of the day, just find me a few nobles to run down and everything will be good.” He grinned as he thought about the last reception he attended, no one had even bothered to check on the guy he ran down. Now that he was thinking about it, he could still remember seeing the body as he and Aasha rode away.

He just finished writing when out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a familiar, shiny object in Aasha’s hands. Casually, he stuck his hands into his pockets as she leaned in and nudged him. ”That? Oh nothing, just a little something I am thinking about.” As he spoke he reached his hand into her pocket where she hid the flask and carefully picked it out and placed back into his. Before she could lean back he kissed her gently on the forehead. ”Don’t worry, you will hear it later.”

He started to shift uncomfortably in his chair as he noticed Myxti carry her gifts to a table. Finally he could remove the hidden things he lifted from the church. ”I will be right back, I need to go put my gifts with the others.” Slowly he lifted himself from the chair and made his way to the gift table. From the front of his pants he pulled out a brass candle holder, with candle.



From the custom made pocket inside his jacket, a wooden collection plate which he filled with the tips he had taken from the stable boy.



He walked back to his seat next to Aasha and sat down grinning as he pulled his flask from his pocket and tilted back for a long drink. ”There, now I can sit much more comfortably.”

Aasha wrote:Her glance around the room was pointed when he spoke of nobles to run down. Smirking, she whispered; Ya can't find none fer yerself?

Sighing as he leaned in to kiss her forehead, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him forward, pressing her lips hard against his. Once a thief, always a thief...the weight in her pocket got noticeably lighter, causing her lips to twitch. She should have known he wasn't distracted enough to miss her taking a swig, but she had every confidence she could coax him into sharing later. Hear whats later love?

But her curiosity about the paper was not to be appeased, though it seemed other something would be. His shifting had her raising a brow, she had no clue what his problem was, but being antsy wasn't really in his nature. Turning to watch him walk away, she let her eyes travel slowly over his body, feeling a little thrill knowing he was there with her.

She was laughing by the time he got back, unable to control a tear of mirth from rolling down her face. Anythin' else ya gots hid in there that yer wantin' to share? Clapping a hand over her mouth as soon as the words left her lips, she blushed bright red and turned back to the bar, trying her best to hide her expression. I thinks I needs a drink...

Dewaugh wrote:As Jasper and I arrive at Loxley Castle's main driveway , we spy a fallen figure on the gravel next to a horse and carriage .

Spuring our horses on , we make quick haste to the spot where the figure lies , just as we near the spot , the figure starts to try and sit up .

I alight from Cloud , and approach and kneel down next to him .

" Are you ok ? What happened to you ? Who did this ?" I ask him

"I'm ok now Mi'Lord , thanks for asking Sir . We had just arrived , with our passengers .
We both stepped down and opened the doors to the carriage , to allow our passengers to step down .
All of a sudden the gentleman , just turned round and punched us both clean out ." He says , obviously still in pain

"Who were your passengers ?" I quickly ask

"Lord Donnor and a Miss Aasha , Sir " he replies

Nodding to him , I turn to Jasper and say " Jasper , go with the driver , show him the way to the house , once the carriage and the horses are settled , go and speak to Gladys , have her a assign rooms to him as well as have him fed and bedded down for the night .
Also get his address and make sure any other family as well are cared for and assigned rooms in the servant quarters and have their possesions moved to their rooms "

Turning back to the driver , I say " You will no longer have to pick up , such unruly persons again , Sir .
You are now in my Father's employ . You and your family will recieve from now on decent meals , decent accommodation and more importantly a good wage for your work ."

"Sir , you are too kind , we can never hope to repay you for the generosity you have shown us !!!"He gasps

" Think nothing of it , my good man . Your smile and good health are the only repayemnt , I need .
Enough of this , lets get you into your carriage and on your to my families house " I say smiling

Japser and I , help him up and into the carriage , Japser mounts his horse and stands ready to show him the way .

I quickly wave him over and speak to him " Jasper , when you get home , go and find Capt Bryant , have him send a detachment to the Castle's grounds and have him assign Sergant Dexter to the staff here . If possible I want him in the main hall , so he can watch for trouble .
Also when you can , I want you to come back and find the young lad , who I think was taken in the house to recover , I want him employed as a member of staff a soon as possible "

Jasper nods and leads the carriage out of sight .

I brush myself down , and make sure my clothes are not ruffled



Once I see they are in good order , I walk up to the main door and enter .

I hand my Sword to a member of Staff and take a glass of wine from another member of Staff and enter the main hall .

/edited to edit certain parts and to add other bits

Lizabet wrote:As the carriage rolls to a halt, Liza hurries out without waiting for the helpful hand of the driver. She readjusts her gown and passes a hand over her hair, tucking a stray lock that had come undone during the ride, as she impatiently waits for her husband to join her at the castle steps, worried that they were late. Oh, love, don't forget the gifts, she tells him as he descends. Taking them from him she smiles and takes his hand as they walk up the stairs and enter.

Inside the castle, she looks around curiously as they are directed towards the banquet. The last time she had been here, it was in the midst of renovations. The castle was now complete and beautiful, elegant in an understated way that perfectly reflected Arthur's character.

Entering the banquet hall, she pauses to glance around. She breathes a slight sigh of relief as she notices that the bride and groom still have not arrived though most of the guests seem to have. Her glance travels over the tables, wondering where the best place to sit would be and if there were assigned seats. She sees Donnor and Aasha already seated and darts a worried look towards her husband. Aware of Donnor's propensity for causing a ruckus, she leans over and whispers to Wolf, Would you mind if we sit over there? I haven't had a chance to speak to my cousin since our wedding. She nods her head towards the almost empty table where Ken is seated, conveniently close to the bar. Knowing he would be seated at the head table as part of the wedding party later, she wanted this opportunity to speak with him.

Approaching him, Liza lets go of Wolf's hand and sets the gifts on the table, giving Ken a hug. How are you, cuz? she asks him with a smile as she takes a seat. I hope you don't mind if we sit here? The ceremony was lovely, don't you think? She gives him a teasing smile, remembering his part in giving her away at her own wedding. You're getting good at these things, when are you going to let me throw you a Stewart wedding of your own?

Mooseboy13 wrote:Moose and Lizzy had just been standing at the bar chating, watching as the other guests slowly started arriving. He did not recognise most of them and some he had only meet or seen briefly before now. He had alsmost not recognised Dew in his outfit as he enterd. Laughing slightly to himself remembering the crazy purple outfit Dew had worn to the Stafford Gaurd promotions, atleast this one isn't as bad he thought. He turned to Lizzy Lets go say hi to Dew shall we. He always seems to be wearing the craziest outfits to these formal events

Taking her hand they walked towards Dew

Hi Dew mate, how's it going?

Let me introduce you to my date, Lizzy. Lizzy this is Dew, I have knowen him most of the time I have lived in Coventry, he is also a Knight of the Stafford Gaurd.

Dew, you wouldn't happen to have any of that brandy of yours on you would you?

Ladylizzy wrote:oh, won't be a moment, i left the gift on our table..I should put it with the others..
Lizzy quickly made her way back to the table where she'd left her gloves, cloak and the wedding gift she'd brought.. and carried it carefully to the table holding the other gifts. She'd done a good job wrapping the roots, and no-one could possibly realise it hadn't come directly from some fancy horticultural show. You couldn't say it hadn't cost her either...the gardener and his boy at that fancy house had nearly caught her as she climbed back over the wall with the thing. they'd chased her half way out of town, she'd been laughing so hard it was a wonder she'd managed to escape at all. The damn thing had so many thorns that her arm was in tatters where she'd held it, thank Jah for long sleeves..

some people have money, and some have ingenuity she murmered to herself as she returned to mooses side..

Reddmaeve wrote:"Side saddle.... again," Maeve muttered as she reined in her grey gelding. Though just barely married herself, she could not nor would not fail to show her support for Lynna and Arthur at this time of what she hoped would be momentous happiness. "Once we are in Ireland, I am never riding sidesaddle again."

She stopped and allowed herself to be assisted from her saddle, patting the neck of the grey fondly. She gave quick and brief instructions to the stableboy who took the reins. "I don't know how long I am going to stay," she said quietly. "So, don't let him get too comfortable. Loosen, but do not remove his tack." She tipped the boy generously as she removed her gloves and slipped them into the saddle bag before the horse moved off.

Shaking the dust off her dress as she walked. Maeve moved to the hall, showing her invitation to the appropriate staff. Bigg was overseeing the packing of their belongs for the move to Ireland. Unexpected to most everyone, including herself, deep down she felt it was for the best. A new start for this new adventure and journey of marriage. There were too many memories, too many aspects of their respective pasts... a clean break and a new life. It's just what the doctor would have ordered.

Her eyes glanced over those gathered, hoping that she wouldn't feel too out of place. It was just so... important to her to do this. Lynna and Arthur had stood by her side during some very trying times and now to be with them in this happiness... well, it just seemed right.

A slight frown creased her forehead as she noticed Donnor with a woman who was not Rain. "Well, I missed that news," she murmured. Her spirits lifted when she saw Lizabet and Gabrielle though she felt a pang when she saw them with their husbands. Smiling her embarrassment as a servant reminded her gently that he could take her cloak, she divested herself of it immediately and wandered about for a bit, looking to see where she might be seated.

Lerendus wrote:Lerendus smiled as she whispered softly into his ear. Turning his head he leans close to her and whispers back, “Ich liebe dich auch,” pausing before adding, “Ein bissen.” He pulled away slightly and smiled warmly at her, drew her close with their linked arms, and kissed her softly. Suddenly became very aware that his sister was watching and blushed a slight tint of red. He cleared his throat nervously, a little embarrassed. Enough lingering or they would be late. He led the two through the castle gates, down the grand hall to the reception hall. They weaved their way through the crowd to their table. Pulling out the chairs for Smom and Eary he twisted his way across the crowded hall again to the table filled with gifts and add theirs to the growing pile.



He returned to the table and sat down between the two women, glancing anxiously up at the bride and groom's table.

I love you too...a bit

Edited to add translation

Evilwolfman wrote:While Liza went off to catch up with Ken, he wondered if the presents had arrived yet, having paid a large sum to find them in a church yard special sale and then delivered to the reception, he knew Liza had already given them presents, but as they was a special couple and good friends, he wanted to spoil them both, going outside he saw the cart pulling up to the castle, directing them to the side he helped them unload, thinking it was best to leave them outside in the lobby area, first he put the pew by the wall, thinking you can never have to many seats in ones house, beside that he put the organ for lynna to play on, in the long dark evenings ahead, adding a special present to keep Lynna safe when Arthur was away, to make her feel so not alone and missing him, job done he returned to the reception thinking he must go remark on how ravenishing Gabby was looking these days, good enough to eat in fact looking around for drink and seeing Liza still chatting to Ken, he made his way to fetch them some drinks.

Arthur_loxley wrote:Arthur and Lynna's wedding would be an event to remember! There were all types of entertainment hired for the special event. Minstrels were gathered by the gate entrance to entertain guests upon arrival; jugglers were stationed closer to the castle doors leading into the Grand Hall where the reception was to be held, and inside the Hall was the harpist from the wedding ceremony. She had been personally requested by Lynna to keep the mood of the reception romantic for all the guests invited.



Oswald was inside making sure the food and beverages were ready for the reception. He made his rounds in the Grand Hall being aware of every small detail. He knew that his Lord would have his head if everything was not perfect. Oswald had been in service to Lord Arthur for enough time to understand his need for control. Lord Arthur had made it very clear that if anything was wrong, or out of control, to resolve the issue and inform him. Arthur always needed to know what was going on. He didn't want Lynna's day to be ruined.

A boy came running into the reception, tugging at Oswald's shirt. Sir! Sir! The boy was out of breath. Sir! Oswald gave the boy a stern look, and whispered. Calm down. Take a breath. Do not alarm the guests. The boy did as instructed before speaking again. Oswald's demeanor commanded respect and obedience from the entire castle staff.

Sir, he quietly whispered, there was a problem at the castle doors. A coach driver and a stable boy were both punched by a guest! Square in the jaw! Kapow! And their face! All red! The boy had gotten a little excited with his retelling of the news that he began laughing. Oswald made a motion for the boy to stop. I understand. Is my attention required? The boy shook his head detailing that some guests had made sure the men had been taken cared of. Oswald had an inkling there would be more trouble at the reception but hoped it could be contained to not affect the newlyweds.

Arthur_loxley wrote:Arthur had arranged to take Lynna to the local park before the reception. He wanted some time with her before the reception, where most likely they would be split up thanking guests for coming, chatting, and just typical host duties. The coach driver took the carriage through the park at a slow pace, giving the couple time to spend together and admire the beauty of Coventry. A place they both had come to call home. Arthur remembered back when Lynna had contacted him. She had found her way to Oxford, Wiltshire and Arthur had made arrangements to pick her up and move her to Coventry, Stafford.

Arthur looked out of the carriage window, lacing his fingers with hers. So many memories... we have a long history, don't we? He brought her hand up to his lips to give her a soft kiss. We have been through a lot lately, and it's time for us to relax. We both deserve it, as well as some time alone. He grinned at her. If she could read his mind, she would definitely be blushing!

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and moved closer to her. Arthur placed his hand on Lynna's cheek, and passionately kissed her. He knew their time alone was coming to an end for now, and needed to feel her lips against his. After their kiss, he gazed into her eyes, stating emphatically: I'm yours. And you are mine. He smiled at her softly, hoping she was as excited about their blessed union as he was. Looking out the window, he sighed. It's time to get to the reception. He turned towards her to make sure she had not misinterpreted his sigh. He saw that she understood his feelings. It was their party, a celebration of their marriage. It was the end of the park, but the beginning of their future. The driver turned the carriage towards the Castle.