Post by Lady Liselle on Sept 2, 2008 2:52:48 GMT
Secrets were one of Lady Liselle’s very favourite things. She simply adored knowing what others didn’t, and being taken into someone’s strict confidence meant that you nearly always had something to hold over that person should things get hairy. In a society like Nottingham there were plenty of secrets buzzing about if one was quick enough to catch them. Liselle had heard whispers in the corridors outside of her room about planned romances, she had even unearthed a few mysteries in the bargain. But nothing pleased the blonde as much as rumors, for rumors were very damaging snippets indeed. They could be twisted and shaped like wet clay to suit almost any situation and Liselle had learned from a very young age that rumors could be one’s best friend or one’s worst enemy.
The pretty young woman had set out that morning on a mission to find some rumors, but it had become blatantly obvious by mid-morning that Nottingham Castle was experiencing something of a drought in that regard. She had already well documented her run-in with Lord Mannering in the stables as an incident worthy of suspicion; the fellow had certainly seemed in a dreadful rush and just as keen to cover up his anxiety. He was a funny sort, Liselle had decided. He was handsome, rich and seemed to hold only his own interests close to heart – which was something Lady Liselle could well approve of being that way inclined herself. However there was also something of the actor in him and she often had to wonder if he was everything he appeared to be. She reasoned that he was not.
With a gentle swish of her pale green brocade dress Liselle swanned down the open hallway of the inner courtyard, absently casting her mossy gaze over the guards patrolling the area below before she made a turn towards the upper gallery. Thinking that she might come across something interesting if she placed herself in a position to do so, Liselle seated herself demurely on a stone bench and began to watch the guards below in earnest. At least it was better than having beggars poke around her for coin.
The pretty young woman had set out that morning on a mission to find some rumors, but it had become blatantly obvious by mid-morning that Nottingham Castle was experiencing something of a drought in that regard. She had already well documented her run-in with Lord Mannering in the stables as an incident worthy of suspicion; the fellow had certainly seemed in a dreadful rush and just as keen to cover up his anxiety. He was a funny sort, Liselle had decided. He was handsome, rich and seemed to hold only his own interests close to heart – which was something Lady Liselle could well approve of being that way inclined herself. However there was also something of the actor in him and she often had to wonder if he was everything he appeared to be. She reasoned that he was not.
With a gentle swish of her pale green brocade dress Liselle swanned down the open hallway of the inner courtyard, absently casting her mossy gaze over the guards patrolling the area below before she made a turn towards the upper gallery. Thinking that she might come across something interesting if she placed herself in a position to do so, Liselle seated herself demurely on a stone bench and began to watch the guards below in earnest. At least it was better than having beggars poke around her for coin.
