Twenty Fourth entry ☼ Elizabeth ☼ [In person]

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[Since it was the start of a new week, Elizabeth thought she'd brave leaving her bedroom - the past week,  whenever she'd left her room, she'd find herself followed (or one time, chased) by what appeared to be an executioner. Complete with the full black attire and the weighty, blood stained axe, it had been more than a little terrifying for her. However, after walking the corridors cautiously for a little while, the young monarch soon relaxed, and allowed herself to admire the Manors new decorations with both awe and curiousity. She didn't know what Halloween was or what it was supposed to be about, but the strange carved thing outside her door and the sound of vacant crying she kept hearing gave her some idea.]

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[D'eon had also been holed inside his room for the entirety of the week. Although he was trying to avoid the gargoyled version of his sister chasing after him. It hadn't been a fruitless week however, he had gotten quite a bit of writing done. Now he was looking for a place to send the lengthy letter he had written to King Louis explaining his current predicament. He was lost in thought as he walked down the halls reading over his letter, not noticing the woman walking down the same hall.]

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[Not noticing D'eon till a second too late, Elizabeth snaps back to her senses when she accidentally bumps into him - not hard, but hard eough to warrant an English apology]

Oh-! I'm sorry! Please, excuse me - I wasn't paying attention

[As she says this, she dips him a deep curtsey]

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[D'eon steps back and tucks his letter into his TAILCOAT pocket, can't have those top secret French documents getting read.]

Ah no, the fault was mine mademoiselle. I was being careless.

[He quickly bows just as deeply in apology.]

[the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com]

[Mademoiselle? So he was French..however, she wouldn't hold it against him right away. It had been her fault she'd walked into him anyway..]

Not at all, the fault was mine. May I know your name, my Lord?

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I am D'eon de Beaumont. It's a pleasure my lady.

[He easily recognized the accent as being British. While the dislike of the English ran deep, she seemed to be from a time similar to his and he was desperate for something familiar.]

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[She didn't recognise the name, although she tried to remember if she ha heard it before or not..]

I am Queen Elizabeth Tudor, and the pleasure's all mine, I'm sure

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[His eye's widen and in a split second he's on his knee in a bow]

Ah, Queen Elizabeth Tudor! I had no idea! My sincerest apologies!

[Part of him loathed the woman in front of him, but another part of him knew she was royalty and felt the compelling urge to serve her. Especially since he doubted she was being taken care of properly in this manor]

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[Elizabeth wasn't expecting him to suddenly fall to one knee (No one was this polite in the Manor, so she'd gotten used to it not happening)Lightly, she touches his shoulder]

Please, as you were.

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[D'eon stands once more, although he feels quite awkward about it now. He ran into a queen! He felt absolutely disgraceful.]

Madam, I apologize, I was careless while I was walking. I had heard rumor of your presence, and I should have been more careful!

[He bows in apology]