Margaret ponders joining the debates, considering which points she’d like to make.

"...And this is my aunt, the vaunted and well read Lady Margaret de Beaumont. Lady Margaret, this gentleman is Paul De Warennes. I believe we have met with Sir Llywelyn before, at the Coronation." Paul turned and looked at Margaret "Well mercy me well met Lady Margaret." The blonde giant said with ...

Margaret elbows the others aside. "I'll fix him, you all go about your business. Maybe some of you strapping young lads could help me carry him elsewhere. Simon, grab his armor and bring it with you. Miriam, follow me."

D5EA Simon, chiurgery on John Castle TN 15: 1d20 4

Margaret continues down from the bleachers, her small for, deftly threading the crowd like a thread does the eye of the needle. Rushing across the lists, she begins assisting the young knight. With quick fingers, she deftly undoes the knots around the knight, knowing as she pulls the plates away tha...

Margaret sits beside Father, his coldness countered by her warm smile and quick laugh. She cheers the knights on. Seeing Simon smash his opponent, her hands fly to her mouth and at his cry she begins making her way to the field. These menfolk would just be lost to the most minor of incidents, were i...

Margaret has watched with interest, leaning back to comment to Miriam quietly at certain moments, she eyes the crowd, debating turning them against this charlatan but holds back. When Simon speaks she responds appropriately: stamping her feet gently to voice her approval.

She laughs merrily. “You, sir, seem the sort of man that fears no tongue, lashing or otherwise! And I agree, it’s indeed a rightful cause, but as you justly point out, a righteous ruler looks after their own as well.” She looks at the sun for a moment, a small pout forming on her lips. “The sun does...

Margaret enters, trailed by Hildegarde. Seeing her husband fawning over Marie, she smirks. Perhaps she needs to find a monk to trail him around as well. No worries appear on her face, though her eyes are quite interested by Marie. Perhaps an ally against that dreadful shrieking Breton woman. Seeing ...

As he brings his chair around, she laughs quietly. "Oh yes, I'm certain. That's why you got this secluded table as well, yes? To cut down on the noise level?" She surveys the room and the table, smiling slightly at the genista and cinquefoil. "And who says I have anything exciting to say? Perhaps I ...

Margaret thinks back to the story from the peasant. Yes, she had known someone was lying. Noticing where her father is glaring, she debates riling up the crowd against the false one.

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Should I check something to see? And then what to rile them up?

Margaret receives the bow calmly, a smile hinted at on her lips. "I see! I would have thought she'd have made a point to send you an honor sooner. But alas sisters are a chore and long as often for a tool as for their brother. But it is well done that you ride for your house. Though you may wish to ...

Margaret nods knowingly. "Well I know the scourge of 'sister.' I'm just happy one of mine moved to an abbey. Technically, Father didn't send her to a nunnery, but now she's an Abbess. I'm just pleased her name isn't Abigail. She'd make us call her Abbess Abigail even at family gatherings. Horrible."...

It turns out that either Margaret had given Hildegarde the slip or perhaps the hulking nun simply doesn't work at night. An interesting sight or oversight, depending upon one's perspective. The beautiful young woman rides up on her own, her long dress thrown backwards over the horse, riding quickly ...

Whitehands doesn't seem entirely pleased with what he's saying, but there are various reasons that could be true. "Quite so, Father. Have you decided what we are to offer Richard for the Northumbrian territories? My husband would certainly like to control more land near his precious Scots land, tho...

"You flatter, good sir, but surely you would rather be free and have none to call you to heel. After all, yours is the freedom of this world to go wither you will and do as you please, with whom you please, is it not?" She continues her amble through the garden, enjoying the witty banter, curious ho...

"Well, perhaps not entirely." He said as he peeks to Hildegarde for a moment. "But certainly no unkind eyes that will hurt my feelings or stop me from seeking to bring a smile or more to her lips." "Oh, not married? Well that is surprising news! A man of your stature and energy would needs be marri...

To Margaret he gives a side-eyed look. "Picking favorites already, daughter?" She blinks at him, looking for all the world as if such an action shocks and perhaps appalls her! Then she bursts into laughter, the bell-like sound ringing for but a moment. "Of course I am, Father. Our Cousin Simon, of ...

Margaret nods to Miriam and pointedly offers her arm to Andre, assuming that the rouse of a night rendezvous may through off suspicion from those they watch.

"Well then, my lord, shall we take this promenade into the night sky that we may both get some fresher air?" She cocks an eyebrow, imperiously.

^ ^ ^ Noticing the two handsome young knights noticing her, Margaret waves languidly from her seat, the motion smooth and fluid, accenting her lines well. Then, she notices her tutor enter the stands and waves to her as well, motioning her to come and join her, patting the seat behind her reserved ...

Margaret comes to watch the joust, but finding both knights that have thus far presented themselves to be honorable men, she simply goes and sits in the stands.

Margaret has attended court, hoping the Morris Dancers would do the sword dance. If they don't she won't recommend them to her father.

Margaret notes the flush and resolves to ask him later what a lady ought call that, as no one has bothered to tell her. Strumpet didn't seem right, and she could hardly ask Miriam now could she? Andre's face flushes at the coarse term. He says nothing, however. Enough reading has convinced him to be...

Margaret gives Geoffrey a bit of a side-eye. "While I imagine that the appropriate woman could indeed be found, as many women are more interested than a man of letters than an oaf, I would hope you don't follow Abelard in all his journey. Your Lady Wife would not look kindly upon that, I should thin...

"But your favorite flower is a beautiful one as well. Though I suspect that you have little in common with the 'barren strawberry' Lady Margaret." Margaret laughs. "Ever the flatterer! So far, I am as I have always been, though I doubt not my lord husband will see to changing that situation shortly...

"I owe much to my grandfather," he says with a nod when she references him. "He was a great man and I am fortunate to share many of his features." As do we all! "And any man that doesn't respect the opinions of a woman is doomed, I say," something that he unashamedly put into practice earlier with ...

"I believe I understand you," he says. "There're enough reports of such things in the records of old, to be sure." "I knew you were a man of uncommon learning." Margaret matches her tone to Miriam. "Perhaps we should sneak off, await them outside. Or do we wait out the doxy? How does one pay for a ...

Margaret smiles at the comment. "Yes, there are many that like the look of a common thing, especially en masse. And they ARE quite lovely. They say Geoffrey, Count of Anjou was nicknamed Plantagenet from a bloom of genista. I say it's because his family brings good fortune and wealth wherever they g...

Margaret smiles a bit coldly, almost more of baring her teeth against the coming challenge. “William the son of Lord Bramber. So you see why I say we shouldn’t accept invitations from his father we’re we to prompt him to prompt action.”

Margaret shrugs her elegant shoulders a bit. While the Bible did say it was a sin to look lasciviously on someone else's wife, small sins get but small actions. She doesn't mind. The play, the back and forth, that's what she likes. She arches one perfect eyebrow slightly, the shadow of a smile on he...

Margaret is used to looks like this from men and even takes some small pleasure in bringing them to sin. So far, so fine. But she certainly has Bible verses on her lips should the need arise. So fascinating, what you can get a man to do when he’s between guilt and his hard place. Of course, little o...