I've been a miner for a heart of gold

[mansuetus]

CHARACTERS: The Lady Borgia turned fortune-teller and You.
LOCATION: Level one lounges!
WARNINGS: none expected!
SUMMARY: Palm reading. Yes, you've read right. Come give her your palm and she'll make up tell you your future!
NOTES: depending on who you are, she might be a bit more flirty than usual, perhaps somewhat bolder, because of the mask. also prose/action are welcomed!



[ She may have never worked and this may have not changed on the ship, but one could not say Lucrezia Borgia was idle.

She would read, she would write down all the texts she could remember; prayers, mythology, poems and sonnets. She would write them in black ink in pretty letters so they may be read later on by others.

She thought of writing her memories but found that she wished not to; memories were both a happy and a sad thing here.

Today, she found herself annoyingly idle and bored and decided it would not do.

With a sudden creative determination, she decided to become a fortune teller for a day. A game.

Borgias were known for their games; Lucrezia's were simply of the innocent kind. Or appeared to be, at the very least. More than anything, she wanted to know and to meet, to keep company and enjoy company. When reading ones palm, you may yet discover much about the person even without actually knowing the art of palm reading

She chose a seat at the side of the lounges, gold locks and a gown of pale pink silks. A girl in appearance, sweet and docile. Her grin was not quite that, mischievous and playful, challenging and perhaps secretive.

She would offer it to anyone who passed her. ]

Will you hear your fortune told?

[ Her tone is both serious and light enough to assure that it is naught but a game. But even a game can pass the hours. ]

Comments

[forlifeloveandcheese]

[ Alistair doesn't notice anything she sees; you don't think about the way you move and carry yourself, you just do. What he does notice, is that she was looking at his palm and that was scarily accurate. ]

...Wow. And here I thought I could pass off as normal in this baggy jumpsuit thing. Boy, was I wrong.

Hm. Anything else?

[mansuetus]

A great man could never hide as an ordinary one.

[ she smiles, examines his palm and thinks of hid words. Does he wish to be known as simply a man? That could mean humility. Some warriors are humble, such sweet knowledge, this is. ]

I see your humility, signore. I see it clearly upon the lines of your palm. Yet as I said, no great man can truly hide his nature and your fortune then is that you shall have to allow yourself to be simply what you are.

[forlifeloveandcheese]

[ A great man. ]

[ He wasn't a great man. Not really. Raised as a bastard, kept hidden carefully to avoid political mishaps, his life has been sculpted and defined by his indiscreet father's mistake. And now, he's King. ]

[ Maybe he just wants to pretend to be a simple man, sometimes. ]

Be myself? Is it really that simple? Here, it might be, but back home...

I don't think I can be Alistair back home. I'll always be... [ debates on telling her, oh, what the hell. ] King Alistair, son of Maric the Savior. Don't get me wrong, I've already accepted my title, but there's always going to be this lingering feeling that people are going to expect me to rule like my father, when I never even knew him.

But... I've babbled enough. I think you gave me something to consider. Thank you.

[mansuetus]

Have something else to consider, Your Highness. I have met kings here and if there is one thing I learned is that a king is first of all a man. Behind every title and ever great leader there is a man of flash and blood and though it is easy to forget that -

[ especially if, like her, one mostly counts on tales and sons ]

You must not let other forgetting make you forget, too. Perhaps you shall be the Great King Alistair because you are Alistair.

[forlifeloveandcheese]

[ He looks thoughtful for a few moments, considering what she said. And then, he laughs. ]

You know, you're pretty good at this. Not the fortune telling part, though there is that. But the kind and wise advice-giving part.

[mansuetus]

[ And she laughs too, a hand brushing a few golden curls behind her ear. ]

To receive such compliment from a king is very flattering. I can imagine you have many advisers in your realm.

[forlifeloveandcheese]

Oh, I do. But it's always political stuff, you know? I suppose it's important to know where certain lands should go if the Bann governing them passed away without an heir, but sometimes a man just wants to talk about life choices.

Um... does my lady have a name?

[mansuetus]

Lucrezia -

[ but wait, she will get up and curtsy. ]

Lucrezia Borgia of Rome, my lord.

[forlifeloveandcheese]

[ He blushes because wow she's so... ladylike. ]

A pleasure to meet you then, Lady Lucrezia Borgia of Rome.

All right, now it's my turn to tell your fortune. You're... a noblewoman. If you say no, I'm calling your bluff.

[mansuetus]

[ A grin. ]

The daughter of a Pope, my Lord, if the out Holy Mother Church exists in your realm.

[forlifeloveandcheese]

[ It doesn't, but he's at least he's sharp enough to connect "Holy Mather Church" to "Andrastian Chantry". ]

Oh, something like it.

You know, I've never heard of priests having children?

[mansuetus]

Me and my brothers were born out of wedlock, before my father took his oaths.

[ a shade of a grin. ]

Though many priests and cardinals do not do as they are told, Your Highness.