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[mostnobleprince]

He carries himself like a King, though there is time to pass before he'll be any such thing. For now he's a Prince,tall and proud. Blonde hair falls over bright eyes and he's garbed in a fashion becoming of a Narnian prince, made for riding and hunting and whatever other activities young princes might partake in outdoors

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[angeloffire_]

*cheerfully* Join the club, seriously. Want some candy?

[mostnobleprince]

I will pass, thank you. Don't take candy from strangers. You understand.

*he smiles and then purses his lips* I suppose then you do not know where we are?

[angeloffire_]

*looks delighted* Do you seriously think I might be evil? Wow.

*grins, then* Yeah. It's the mansion. The other one.

[mostnobleprince]

...Not so much evil as I don't know you, and one can never be too careful, certainly.

So, this is the other mansion. ...That's fair enough, I suppose.

[verseslikeroses]

*smiles slightly* It happens. Where were you going?

[mostnobleprince]

To the West Woods, my father and I had planned for a hunt.

[verseslikeroses]

Oh, that sounds like fun. *smiles brightly, holding out a hand* I'm Grace Pendergast, by the way.

[mostnobleprince]

*laughs* It's great fun, yes.

*he bows over her hand and kisses it, as is becoming of a gentleman* A pleasure. I'm Digory Pevensie.

[petitbaron]

*and here's a young republican writer, with an arched eyebrow* Well, it's either that or you're just here for entertainment. *and a bow* À votre service, monsieur. I'm Georges Pontmercy.

[mostnobleprince]

*a courtly bow* Digory Pevensie, a pleasure.

Dare I ask for whose entertainment?

[petitbaron]

*grins* Why, yours, of course. *frowns a bit at the 'Pevensie'* --Oh. You're the son of one of Maman's friends, non?

[bellepetite]

It really isn't so dreadful once you become accustomed to it. *smilesmile*

[mostnobleprince]

Well, that is a relief. Have you been here long?

[bellepetite]

Not terribly long. A few months, perhaps. *curtsies* My name is Marguerite Pontmercy. It's lovely to meet you, monsieur.

[mostnobleprince]

Long enough to know, certainly.

*courtly!bow* And I am Digory Pevensie. It's a pleasure, Miss Pontmercy.

[wee_wrongdoer]

Bea holds herself up as she always does, with great pride and an air of defiance. "You must give me a present now, because I'm a princes and you missed Christmas." This is probably the first time that Bea's imaginary rank has actually failed to best anyone.