#wor.tea

Welcome to the first edition of War Of Royal’s Fuss Magazine. This is an example of everything that’s to come from this blog, an example issue. This magazine will only get better as we begin to focus on your characters and the information provided!!

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Hey everyone. We’re trying out a concept called “tea time” in lieu of having a gossip blog. We figured that these could come every two weeks and highlight some of the things that characters have been getting up to. There are a few things about this though. 1) We’re going to be playing around with the format. Admin Rosie had the idea of making it a bit more conversational as if it’s a gossip session among some of the maids. 2) We will need your help! We four admins will only grab so much from the dash so if something is going on with your character, maybe they’re causing some mischief, please let us know! (Obviously if it’s rebel related, we’re going to assume the maids wouldn’t know and be gossiping about it.)

What follows is a very quick example based on moments we recall from our welcome dinner event. Please comment with any ideas, feedback, etc.!

Well, well I don’t know about you but things have been....interesting since the arrival of the royals. Half of them brought their entire bedroom with them and the other half don’t even know how to work an oven. 

But let’s get down to the main event, shall we? That overpriced welcome dinner. 

Zoey Olsson broke a vase, a very expensive one at that. I hope she plans on paying for that. Something tells me that might be priceless. 

Lady-in-waiting Sabrina Ellis decided to dress up like little red riding hood, but what was she doing dressed like that inside? Was she even inside? 

The bookstore owner Claire Darby sure made a point to complain about the champagne, or lack of it. What does a villager from Russia know about real champagne?

Dropping a cube of sugar into her tea, Katina stirred it gently, tapping the spoon on the edge of the teacup as she looked up.  “Please tell me you did not know about the young Greek prince pretending to be a butler before I did and never said anything.” She paused, giving the other time to answer.  “I planned to have words with him, but it seems the princess of Norway gave him away and both her and a certain lady in waiting have already given him his punishment.” 

“Of course not, you would have been the first to know.” Devora sighed wistfully over her teacup at the antics that both Katina and herself had witnessed not long ago. “I did hear that the Norwegian hit him...” She trailed off as she whistled, her fingers indicating the lower region of her body. “That fight was definitely one to keep us entertained. It was a much bigger show than the one between the Greek and the Lady he was deceiving.” She nodded, as if she needed to tell Katina that it was fact. “Oh to be young and stupid again, Katina. You know, I’ve slapped a few boys in my day but I’ve never actually thrown cake into someone’s face before. I might have to try that the next time a Prince decides to get fresh with me. Or maybe the Princess of England should pick up some tricks from the Norwegian since she seems to be gathering quite a long list of lovers around here. I saw someone else entering her quarters the other night.” A tiny smile started to spread over her lips. “Quite a strapping young man. I might need to send an invite of my own.” 

“Oh Devora please,” the elder started, pulling an unamused face.  “If he is going for young Emilia then he certainly won’t have eyes for you.  Speaking of younger women, have you noticed how much time Claire Darby down in the village has been spending with one of our chefs?  Perhaps she is finally getting back in the game?” Taking a sip of her tea Katina placed the cup down onto a saucer.  “Also I hope you gave Alexi the warning he needed rather than trying to woo him as well.  We all know certain royals can be a pain in the backside but shooting canned air at the princess of Spain is not going to reflect on the staff well.”

“But Katina, he’s so pretty. I suppose I couldn’t just spank him and let him go with a warning without a write up? I fear he won’t last long if we hand them out all willy nilly like that and the Spanish Princess is a pain in the ass.” She contemplated how easy it would be to fire the boy if they gave a severe punishment for the canned air as she swirled a spoon in her own tea. “Oh! I meant to tell you, it seems as if someone around here has sticky fingers. That tutor that likes his myths a little too much is missing his new Scotland monster pictures he seems to love so much and he made sure to inform me of it. I saw that thing once, ugly little head sticking out of the water, it was dreadful.”

“A verbal warning will do, if you wish to spank him you can do it in your own time behind closed doors,” Katina replied and as the other went on she took another mouthful of tea, her eyebrows shooting up at the news.  “I mean really, do you think it was any of our staff? What on earth would you want with pictures of the Loch Ness Monster?” she questioned, before pausing with her cup midair.  “One moment Devora.  Did you just say you had seen the monster? You haven’t been raiding the Prince of Egypt’s room and drinking again have you?” 

“Booze has nothing to do with my adventures in Scotland. Honestly, I saw what I saw.” Clearly annoyed that Katina didn’t believe her, Devora rolled her eyes before she continued. “Besides, he has the good stuff and it’s not like he notices if a glass or two is missing. Just like nobody notices when the Dutch Prince slips away to the village to see that blonde trollop...or how he used to anyway. I haven’t seen him go down there since the Spring celebration. Probably for the best.” Sighing, the old maid sat back in her chair after setting her tea cup down. “Honestly, it’s like everyone around here is letting their hormones go wild. We’ve got him, then the Norwegian Princess having such a hard time with two different men at once, that dopey Lithuanian woman getting engaged to the handsome Welsh Prince, and the guard to the English Princess running around with the Spanish Infanta as well as god knows who yet I can’t get that charming advisor to even look my way. I’m pretty, right?”

“No, perhaps something more then?” Katina posed with brows raised at the other.  “Clearly someone has noticed, we aren’t nobody you know, how many times do I have to keep telling you this?” Despite the scolding a strange smile crossed the head maid’s lips as the other mentioned hormones and all of the cavorting going on around the castle and village.  “I don’t know what else you really expected when a load of young men and women are locked somewhere together.  Honestly, I would say don’t you remember when you were young and full of hormones and you hoped your handsome employer would look your way, but I don’t think you ever grew out of that,” she spoke, draining the last of her cup and pushing herself to her feet with a groan.  “Of course you’re pretty Devora.  Now, I’m going to retire to my quarters for the night I think.  Oh and dear? Don’t be late for work tomorrow.”