On set.
“And… action!”
The lights were toned down some, at least, as the scene in the drawing room was darkish, with just mostly a fireplace to cast lights on the actors, though obviously they had to have more than that, but at least it wasn’t extremely hot in this corset!
Bianca turned her head, dolled up to the max as the princess’ handmaiden of sorts, hair done in the tightest curls and pinned up some, make up like a beautiful doll, sitting on a little backless seat next to Lorenzo’s twin sister, Katherine, both of their backs rigid.. and she was so bothered that her stomach had an itch right now. She could do nothing about it, and she had to keep her face calm as she looked towards the blonde head in front of her, of the Princess pacing her rooms.
The door opened and in came the Patrician, or dictator, Lord Winder, someone that made the handmaidens recoil on their seat before standing up to flank their mistress, so as not to leave her alone against his wrath, his anger at her for being a political icon for uprising, since she was at the moment, the last royal blood line, the royal blue bloods having been the only thing that were around to keep Patricians of the city in check… and he would not let a ‘little girl’ stick her nose where it didn’t belong.
The blonde actress, or… princess at this very moment, tensed her neck for visual effect at seeing the unattractive and cruel Lord Winder, congenially offering her hand for him to kiss, trying to keep a blank face, keep expression off of her face when Lord Winder curtly bowed, barely dipping more than a few inches, and did not take her hand, so she ended up dropping it, losing that round.
“I apologize about the darkness in here, but it seems that there was no oil or wick for the lights, and that is all the wood that we have.”
Lord Winder smirked for the camera, and her, tipping his head once, looking way too pleased with himself.
“I know, I ordered it to be so.”
It was admirable for how quickly the Princess covered her feelings on this right away, trying to keep very still and not show him her distress.
“Did you really… and why is that?”
Lord Winder’s smile faded somewhat at her not being upset in front of him. In fact, it quite annoyed him, because he looked like a thundercloud suddenly fell over him and he glared at her darkly.
“And I have ordered your removal from this place, immediately,” he muttered coldly, loud enough for her to hear, a glint in his eye when she breathed in deeply, pursing her lips so they wouldn’t tremble.
“A-and where shall I go instead?” She looked confused, trying to let it hide the shake in her voice.
“One of my own rooms will do for you, for now,” he looked pleased to hear the shake in her voice, a smirk curling up on her lips again.
“We shall pack immediately.”
“Your.. ladies shall not be coming with you.”
Bianca and Katherine’s eyes looked panicked, glancing between Lord Winder and the Princess, Bianca parting her lips and Katherine shaking a little bit.
The Princess turned her head to look at her dark eyed ladies, and put her blue ones back on Lord Winder, not disguising her feelings this time.
“Why not?! W-where are they to go?”
He glanced over the ladies in waiting, his eyes trailing down rudely, before he looked back at the Princess, snapping his fingers, and as if they had just been outside waiting for the cue, three large men in all black, their faces not visible under their hoods and masks came to flank either side of him.
“My men will be taking them away… the.. ‘Unspeakables,’” he chuckled at the nickname given to his interrogators and guards by the fearful people of this city.
The ladies clung to each other, letting out noises of fear as Katherine buried against Bianca, letting out a sob, as she held onto her tightly, casting a glance towards the Princess.
Water filled her blue eyes as she looked at the Unspeakables and then her darling ladies, swallowing, and reaching for them, to which they forced themselves to recover and come to her immediately, before she threw her arms around both of them and hugged them tightly, whispering to them that it would be ok, before Lord Winder yanked her back away from them, with the help of an Unspeakable.
“We’ll see each other again! S-Samara, Paniya. I-it will be all right.” She forced a smile for them, though tears had spilled over her cheeks. Lord Winder smiled cruelly, but let her give them those ridiculous hopes, if she wanted to, before he ordered them to be taken away, and two of the Unspeakables descended upon them grabbing them up by their small waists, and taking them away, as they cried and squirmed, Katherine’s ‘Paniya’ reaching back for the Princess, as she screamed not to let them take her, though Samara/Bianca knew in her heart the Princess could do nothing so she merely cried as she half dragged half carried away, the room almost becoming silent when the heavy doors closed behind the dark men.
Lord Winder turned his eyes back onto her, with a shake of his head. “You will not see them again.. if they survive what my interrogators do to them, they’ll be kept in chains.”
The Princess, shaking -before- he said this, totally lost it and her cool lady like composure, lashing out at him and clawing his face with her nails before the third and remaining Unspeakable quickly came forwards and pulled her back from him, as she screamed at him, “They’re just innocent girls! Interrogation?! They know nothing! L-leave them alone! S-send them away! B-but don’t you d-dare-!”
Lord Winder was shaken up from her attack but touched his face and glared at her. “How dare you! What a childish outburst! You’ll be punished for that like any awful child should, spoiled princess or no.”
He looked up at the Unspeakable and nodded to him. “You may -escort- her back to my estate, and show her to her room, and then tell Mr. Grey that I ordered a lashing.”
The Unspeakable’s ironclad grip on her wrist started to yank her out of the door, making her trip over her lovely dress in her heels and fall to her knees, crying out softly, but he merely dragged her sharply along behind him, until she would be in pain enough or embarrassed enough to try and get to her feet.
Lord Winder looked around the vacant room of the princess’s chambers and touched his cheek again before grimacing at the sight of his own blood, and shoving one of the empty oil lamps off of a table, so it broke on the floor, to get out his anger, before he stalked out of the room.
“And, cut! Lets go back a bit, people!”
The lights were toned down some, at least, as the scene in the drawing room was darkish, with just mostly a fireplace to cast lights on the actors, though obviously they had to have more than that, but at least it wasn’t extremely hot in this corset!
Bianca turned her head, dolled up to the max as the princess’ handmaiden of sorts, hair done in the tightest curls and pinned up some, make up like a beautiful doll, sitting on a little backless seat next to Lorenzo’s twin sister, Katherine, both of their backs rigid.. and she was so bothered that her stomach had an itch right now. She could do nothing about it, and she had to keep her face calm as she looked towards the blonde head in front of her, of the Princess pacing her rooms.
The door opened and in came the Patrician, or dictator, Lord Winder, someone that made the handmaidens recoil on their seat before standing up to flank their mistress, so as not to leave her alone against his wrath, his anger at her for being a political icon for uprising, since she was at the moment, the last royal blood line, the royal blue bloods having been the only thing that were around to keep Patricians of the city in check… and he would not let a ‘little girl’ stick her nose where it didn’t belong.
The blonde actress, or… princess at this very moment, tensed her neck for visual effect at seeing the unattractive and cruel Lord Winder, congenially offering her hand for him to kiss, trying to keep a blank face, keep expression off of her face when Lord Winder curtly bowed, barely dipping more than a few inches, and did not take her hand, so she ended up dropping it, losing that round.
“I apologize about the darkness in here, but it seems that there was no oil or wick for the lights, and that is all the wood that we have.”
Lord Winder smirked for the camera, and her, tipping his head once, looking way too pleased with himself.
“I know, I ordered it to be so.”
It was admirable for how quickly the Princess covered her feelings on this right away, trying to keep very still and not show him her distress.
“Did you really… and why is that?”
Lord Winder’s smile faded somewhat at her not being upset in front of him. In fact, it quite annoyed him, because he looked like a thundercloud suddenly fell over him and he glared at her darkly.
“And I have ordered your removal from this place, immediately,” he muttered coldly, loud enough for her to hear, a glint in his eye when she breathed in deeply, pursing her lips so they wouldn’t tremble.
“A-and where shall I go instead?” She looked confused, trying to let it hide the shake in her voice.
“One of my own rooms will do for you, for now,” he looked pleased to hear the shake in her voice, a smirk curling up on her lips again.
“We shall pack immediately.”
“Your.. ladies shall not be coming with you.”
Bianca and Katherine’s eyes looked panicked, glancing between Lord Winder and the Princess, Bianca parting her lips and Katherine shaking a little bit.
The Princess turned her head to look at her dark eyed ladies, and put her blue ones back on Lord Winder, not disguising her feelings this time.
“Why not?! W-where are they to go?”
He glanced over the ladies in waiting, his eyes trailing down rudely, before he looked back at the Princess, snapping his fingers, and as if they had just been outside waiting for the cue, three large men in all black, their faces not visible under their hoods and masks came to flank either side of him.
“My men will be taking them away… the.. ‘Unspeakables,’” he chuckled at the nickname given to his interrogators and guards by the fearful people of this city.
The ladies clung to each other, letting out noises of fear as Katherine buried against Bianca, letting out a sob, as she held onto her tightly, casting a glance towards the Princess.
Water filled her blue eyes as she looked at the Unspeakables and then her darling ladies, swallowing, and reaching for them, to which they forced themselves to recover and come to her immediately, before she threw her arms around both of them and hugged them tightly, whispering to them that it would be ok, before Lord Winder yanked her back away from them, with the help of an Unspeakable.
“We’ll see each other again! S-Samara, Paniya. I-it will be all right.” She forced a smile for them, though tears had spilled over her cheeks. Lord Winder smiled cruelly, but let her give them those ridiculous hopes, if she wanted to, before he ordered them to be taken away, and two of the Unspeakables descended upon them grabbing them up by their small waists, and taking them away, as they cried and squirmed, Katherine’s ‘Paniya’ reaching back for the Princess, as she screamed not to let them take her, though Samara/Bianca knew in her heart the Princess could do nothing so she merely cried as she half dragged half carried away, the room almost becoming silent when the heavy doors closed behind the dark men.
Lord Winder turned his eyes back onto her, with a shake of his head. “You will not see them again.. if they survive what my interrogators do to them, they’ll be kept in chains.”
The Princess, shaking -before- he said this, totally lost it and her cool lady like composure, lashing out at him and clawing his face with her nails before the third and remaining Unspeakable quickly came forwards and pulled her back from him, as she screamed at him, “They’re just innocent girls! Interrogation?! They know nothing! L-leave them alone! S-send them away! B-but don’t you d-dare-!”
Lord Winder was shaken up from her attack but touched his face and glared at her. “How dare you! What a childish outburst! You’ll be punished for that like any awful child should, spoiled princess or no.”
He looked up at the Unspeakable and nodded to him. “You may -escort- her back to my estate, and show her to her room, and then tell Mr. Grey that I ordered a lashing.”
The Unspeakable’s ironclad grip on her wrist started to yank her out of the door, making her trip over her lovely dress in her heels and fall to her knees, crying out softly, but he merely dragged her sharply along behind him, until she would be in pain enough or embarrassed enough to try and get to her feet.
Lord Winder looked around the vacant room of the princess’s chambers and touched his cheek again before grimacing at the sight of his own blood, and shoving one of the empty oil lamps off of a table, so it broke on the floor, to get out his anger, before he stalked out of the room.
“And, cut! Lets go back a bit, people!”