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location: the thorpe drawing room, before the ball featuring: @secretgcrdens

It took a few hours to ready the beautiful Thorpe Lady for the debutante gala that night. It had been Juliet's dream, her desires, ever since she could remember when she was a small girl. It had meant everything to her, to be debuted as a noble woman out for breeding - and the exquisite nature of Lady Juliet was something that many men would pick up on. Juliet stood on a small stool, out for all to see, as they preened and prepped her, fluffing her perfect dress, her long blonde curls - she looked like a dream. It was then the dining room doors opened to reveal Mister Oliver Heywood, a butler of the house - and a man that sent Juliet's heart crashing and knees weak at the knees. For as prim and beautiful as Juliet was - a woman of society - she could not tear herself away from the magnetism she felt for Oliver. A playful smirk rested upon pink lips, happy to be on full display for him before the ball.

"Doesn't our darling Lady Juliet look absolutely stunning, Mister Heywood?" One of her fawning maids preened over her, and Juliet felt herself blush, eyes catching with his.

"Be right back, my lady - more ribbons for your hair." The woman servant told her, leaving Oliver and Juliet alone. Her eyes searched for his as she smirked, that familiar, magnetic lovely little smile only reserved for him.

"Is that what you think, Mister Heywood? That I look absolutely stunning?" She stepped down from the stool, waiting for his response. "I am of the most thrilled to see you, darling."

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"My darling Cassandra!" Juliet's confident voice sprung out amongst the others, as she saw her dear ward friend and with a smile, reached for her hand. It was plain as day that she could see her friend slightly uncomfortable, nervous and in moments like this, Juliet wanted to lend herself to her dear friend. "How are you faring, love? You look a bit nervous, but needs not. You look absolutely radiant." She assured her, smiling. "Are you quite excited?"

open: everyone

location: the modiste, morning of the debut ceremony

Cassandra could faintly hear the laughter and giggles of the women around her, gushing over the beautiful dresses they would be wearing today. Mothers and daughters gathered around each other, celebrating the changes in the future that was certain to come after today. Her own thoughts were not as cheerful as theirs were. She only stared at the reflection of herself in the mirror full of worry but no one could guess with the fake smile she gave to anyone who spoke to her, not in the exquisite dress that adorned her body, the one with the scallops and shells that the beading and lace formed across her bodice. It was a small request, an acknowledgement to the home she grew up in. Her thoughts returned to the small piece of that home that returned to her: William. Yet, she was forced to push the thought of him away.

All of it was so perfect. And she was not.

"I apologize, I got lost in the elegance of the dress," she turned to the voice that wanted her attention, "what did you say?"

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The smirk on his face - that was what made the Lady Juliet get truly mad. The snideness in him, the arrogance that came off of the stable boy made her want to scream all that more. The fiery nature of her temper was one her servants would very much agree on - but her loyalty to them was unlike any other. She could not fathom any of her own servants to behave this way and it drove her truly mad. With her eyes still widened, she neared closer, shaking her head.

"Have you no decency? You should be begging at my feet, stable boy, and yet you come with a wretched little smirk as if it is nothing but a comical joke! My hair for tonight was already washed and brushed - and now it is ruined. I will have to waste precious time to clean it - who you really should be apologizing are to my ladies' servants who will have to wash every inch of my hair yet again for your foolish, clumsy mistakes!" Her strong voice went on, anger in every bit of it, shaking her head.

"It is not your horse's fault, indeed, but yours for allowing such a blunder to happen! I demand, pretell - tell me who you report to at the Sinclair House right now. Speak up, now." Juliet demanded, as one of her maids went to fan her, her face flushed, before Juliet shooed her away.

"You do realize, Mister, that you've dirtied the noble Lady Juliet Thorpe of House Thorpe, do you?"

No matter where William turned, there was a debutant preening herself or giggling with excitement for what seemed to be the end of all their enjoyment. The constant parade and praise for trivial matters such as how they dressed or batted their eyelashes all seemed so small and nothing got under William’s skin more than a spoiled person, being praised for merely breathing. The lady with the long blonde hair was no exception, and as he dismounted his horse to apologise, William assumed she had brought along a retinue just to applaud her. The thought made him laugh, though it probably wasn’t the best time for this.

William let her rant on about her dress, fully aware that all eyes were upon them both. When she finished, he turned to the horse and then back to the woman with a playful smirk that shouldn’t have been on his face. “The horse is in need of training, but I assure you my lady, he is no fool.” William patted the horse before walking closer to the women, noticing how ruined her dress was. He would have felt guilty if it wasn’t for her words. “I assure you, my lady, Arth understands he is an animal, but he cannot be held accountable for the mud on the ground. Perhaps you could take that up with God?” One servant gasped at his response, but that didn’t deter Wiliam. 

He paused for a moment as the lady’s words sank in. “I apologize that the ground was muddy, but what is to be expected this time of year?” The easy thing would have been for William to apologize, but he was having too much fun to do so.

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have i had too many glasses of lemonade, or did i see LADY JULIET THORPE leave the ballroom looking for their AFFAIR WITH A SERVANT? the whispers grow louder, and so do the rumors that LADY JULIET IS CONDUCTING A WHISPERED ABOUT SECRET AFFAIR WITH ONE OF HER FAMILY'S SERVING MEN, A BUTLER OR FOOTMAN AND HAS BEEN FOR ABOUT A FORTNIGHT. THEY HAVE A WITTY, FLIRTY BUT INCREASINGLY SERIOUS DALLIANCE AND JULIET IS SEEN AT TIMES DISAPPEARING DOWN CORRIDORS TO FIND HIM, AS IS HE. THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS SECRETIVE, TEASING, FIERY AND PASSIONATE.  suggested faceclaims are MAX IRONS, SAM HEUGHAN, AIDAN TURNER, NICHOLAS GALITIZINE, SAM REID, AGE RANGE UTP!/ ANY MALE FC. before applying, you DO need to contact HERMY at @honeyedache.

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Jodie Comer as ELIZABETH OF YORK [19/?] The White Princess (2017)

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Ever since Juliet could dearly remember, she had loved to ride her own horses along the gardens when she woke up. Today was an incredibly special day, the day of the debutante gala, where she would be thrust out into society, and it was a day she had been aching for. Everything must go perfectly, including a perfect horseback ride early in the morning to clear her mind. Her ladies' servants were with her as well, as she had decided to take a break, swooshing her long blonde curls over her shoulder as she got down from the horse. They had all clapped at her canting from the horse and basking in the praise as she drank from the canteen of water given to her by one of her servants, the mud had flashed upon her, her screams and her servants' screams all that could be heard.

Her widened, glared doe eyes were cast upon the stable boy she knew to be William, the Sinclair stable boy, and right away, her ladies' servants tried desperately to clean her off.

"You - You clumsy, dastardly fool! Do you have any inking of an idea what you have done? I am to be debuted at the gala tonight - and there you come along and dirty me? My hair has filth in it - you animal!" Juliet spoke through gritted teeth. Of course it was only her morning day clothes and dress, but the rage she felt was unlike any other.

"What have you got to say for yourself?!"

starter for; @honeyedache location; Kensington Gardens

Although William would hate himself for thinking so, Kensington Gardens were truly beautiful, but he attributed that to missing the Welsh greenery. The Sinclair horses were in dire need of training and there was no other location as perfect as Kensington gardens, even though it was overrun by the air-headed ladies all competing for a husband. Deliberately being unaware of his surroundings, William mounted one of the horses, gripping it with his thighs while urging the creature on with his heels. The horse obeyed and galloped along with speed that William didn’t think it capable of. Unfortunately for him, William rode through a mudded path while a young lady with long blonde hair was putting on, what seemed to be, her best show.

The mud splashed onto her dress and William slowed his pace, dismounting effortlessly. He caused a stir; many stopped walking, and some snickered as the mud hit the blonde woman. “My apologies, I fear the horse got a bit too excited, I suppose it’s been a while since it was given free reign.” His tone was light, playful even despite the people staring at this situation. 

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It would be ludicrous for Juliet to not be nervous - but still the confident young Lady Thorpe was more than prepared for her debut. It had been replayed in her dreams ever since she could dearly remember - and so far, with her looking as dazzling as she did, it was going quite well. Simple manners spoke to her going over to see the Constress Amelia, sensing her quiet nerve. "My Lady Countess - how are you faring well? Are you quite excited for tonight?" Juliet asked with a pleasant smile on her face. "Dreadful perfume on that one, I know. Let us hope she does not come near us for the entirety of the evening. I am quite sure of the plentiful amount of debuts this year - after all, this is quite the year for it, with the war having now ended." She spoke. "You look radiant, Countess, absolutely radiant."

open to: everyone

location: throne room, buckingham palace

Butterflies have taken up residence in her stomach and they need to cease and desist at once. Amelia's gone through a Season before, she knows what to expect. There's no reason for her to be so nervous yet nervous she is. She resolutely ignores the fact that this is her first Season as the Ruling Countess; that all eyes will be on her. Waiting for her to slip up, to make a faux pas. Scandal would destroy the House of Hermance and everything Papa worked for will be naught but ash.

Amelia will never give them the satisfaction of seeing her slip; she was Papa's shadow for a reason. She hides a grimace behind her fan as a heavily perfumed woman passes by. Waving her fan slightly to waft away the perfume scent, she sighs softly to herself; already ready for this to be over with. "Do you suppose there will be many debuts this year?" She quietly murmurs to the person on her left.

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"Then Sir Thayer it is then - forgive me. In no way was I trying to insult your knighthood or status - although what a kindness that you are here at all, Sir Thayer and giving away Miss Lilith. She's just darling, is she not? You must be incredibly proud - especially as a man of your stature. She is a great hope for your family." Juliet kept her smirk on her features, still bowing to him, still the epitome of a lady all the same as she watched the very beauty of the room twirl about. It was all that she had ever dreamt for, and yet her confident, calm demeanor hid her anxieties and want for perfection for the entire night.

"Bittersweet indeed. My mother says the same about giving me away - the Gods weep and yet rejoice at the make of a newly debuted lady. Bless her, though, she is awfully religious. I am much more excited about the gowns and details of everyone's attire. Do you quite like mine, Sir Thayer? Yours is quite fetching, I dare say." Juliet smiled. "Are you hoping for your own debutante to fall into your lap tonight?"

"You flatter me... Lady Thorpe, is it? I am only knighted, my lady. 'Sir' will do on its own," He says, a wry smile all he can muster.

The invitation should have been enough to prove he belonged, but he belittles himself simply forcing to recognized as less than. His debts had been paid, even if Thayer thought this satiation would have been found on the battlefield itself. The hammering of his heart, however, seems to believe otherwise. Under the same roof of his upbringing, he finds ghastly recollection and startling reminiscence of it in the sun and full of life. Some part of him lingers in the memory of being chased by moonlight in the very halls he walked to arrive and how dull it all seemed back then. The applause outside the doors of those content with their presentation remind him of the protests at the gates all those years ago. It does not matter if his name has been forgiven— he still feels like he intrudes.

With a sigh, a concealed gasp for breath he's perfected to a nuanced simplicity, Thayer bites down on the sentiment passed between so many in this room. "This is the first step to giving away my sister. It is an honor, but it remains bittersweet."

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"Lady Sinclair - how very well you look. Of course the night is young, we will see how marvelous the night will become. For now, I believe it has mellowed into a peaceful moment. Are you enjoying your night?" The young and yet supremely confident Thorpe lady spoke, bowing kindly to the older woman. "Do not sell yourself short, my lady - Age is just a number and you wear yours incredibly well. We all know the prestige that you hold." Juliet smirked, taking a sip of her drink. "I am sure you were quite breath-taking, were you not? All those years ago?" Her subtle smirk was hidden - but still very much there.

Where: Courtyard at the Palace

"Aren't you enjoying the night?" Elisa spoke softly as she stepped out into the fresh air. It was warm with all of the dancing but she couldn't help but have noticed that whenever she stepped out there were some returning figures along with her. "I've got age as an excuse for a break, I'm not sure you do. Not yet anyway."

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JODIE COMER as ELIZABETH OF YORK

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Elizabeth of York in The White Princess, 1.01.

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This was Juliet's moment. The day had been recounted in her dreams, in her protests of perfection over and over and over again - down to every bit of silk she would wear, every placement of clip in her shining, exquisite hair. Every detail in her mind was a long lasting, overwhelming build since she had batted an eyelash in her mother's insufferable arms. Some would say it was a regal lady's defining moment and it was - for all the ladies involved. Juliet, however, could only lament that her father wasn't here, her true father and the one to give her away, of course in tradition, was her mother, a woman who Juliet shared nothing but contempt, anger and longing for - a woman who only noticed Juliet when it was to suit her. It wasn't lost on the Thorpe lady, previously Bennett, and the name change was all but overwhelmingly maddening to her.

Still though, the day was rather lovely, and an important one indeed. Juliet's smile never cracked, not even for a moment, despite her displeased, bubbling rage at her mother's presence. Perhaps it was a moment of weakness, of wanting just a respite from the seemingly picture perfect moment that she dispersed near the outlier of the crowd. The whispered comments were no doubt spoken by the Claremont, a man she had known in social circles.

"You sound as if you are perhaps convincing yourself, Lord Thayer." Juliet's hummed tone spoke, a smirk on her lips. "Are you not having a lovely time giving away such a lovely prize? You should be quite proud - your little lady ward is doing very well."

open to: everyone ! location: debutantes parlor room, the throne room, buckingham palace, london, england

Too late for second guessing. Thayer's instincts, however, seem to challenge that. The gilded cage of the palace, a home he knows he should feel something returning to after all this time, only brings revulsion. He does not know where it comes from— even if he is standing still, it feels as though he is a stone falling to the bottom of a lake. The need to run urges him with the very same instinct to fight, but he is bound to this feigned sense of peace. "Too long without a fight… it eats at the bones." His voice is barely more than a rasp— weak, absent of it's notorious brush of velvet. The deliverance of justification, of an excuse meant for no one and everyone on his tongue. He pushes to the corner of the room concealing every debutante and their mamas, brothers, loved ones that he swears send them out like sheep to be slaughtered by expectation. He's guilty of it, too, as his own sister stands in here. Gritted teeth clench that notorious smile, and he dares to exhale, "This is suppose to be a harmonious day. It is a good day, is it not?"

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~ ' 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃 𝒆 𝒂 𝒖 𝒕 𝒊 𝒇 𝒖 𝒍 ? '

CHARACTER BASICS

full name: lady juliet aurelia thorpe.

nicknames: julie, jules (but only by family members).

gender: cis woman.

pronouns: she/her.

sexuality: heterosexual.

age: twenty seven.

date of birth: march 15.

zodiac sign: aries.

height: 5'5".

eyes: deep brown.

positives: fiercely protective, passionate, witty, intelligent, deep down kind.

negatives: spoiled, quick tempered, stubborn, at times manipulative.

hair: very, very long blonde wavy curls that go past her back.

faceclaim: jodie comer 💖

Beauty. That was what Juliet had in spades from the moment she was born - magnetic beauty. Even the servants and the governesses had all said, that the day the eldest Bennett daughter blessed the world by coming into it that the noble Bennett family was blessed. From birth, Juliet was doted upon by one person in particular and that was her dear, loving father - a man of great wealth and prestige that saw his daughter as a pearl amongst the darkest seas. The Lord had always wished, of course, for a son to carry on his name, but Juliet felt like a treasure the moment he held her, a treasure to truly be celebrated, at least in his mind. Her birthdays were filled to the brim with extravagance, with immense luxor and her closet filled with all of her lovely dresses. Her dolls were made from the finest craftsmen, and her governesses and servants rather loved dressing up the little blonde ladyling in the best of the best. Juliet was born a lady, they would all say - a commanding, enchanting presence and that was correct.

Beauty, though, can cover up any sin.

Juliet, by the time she knew she could command a room, was in fact commanding a room. A little lady all the same, but a commanding one at that. There was never any sense that Lady Juliet didn't not know what she wanted when she came in a room - and she was going to get it. By sheer force of will or magnetic enchantment, Juliet was never accustomed to not getting her own way. Spoiled by her father, doted upon by her servants and governesses, there was nothing Juliet could do that dared cast her into a dark shadow - unless, of course, you were Lady Bennett. Juliet's dear mother never could understand why others fawned over her only daughter, who only served to disappoint the woman - or perhaps make her envious. Juliet never did see eye to eye to her mother - and she let it be known to her that she could sway their precious father in every way. It was a battle between the Bennett women in the household - but it all stopped when the war took her precious father.

Juliet's father passed in battle and she could still remember the horror of her screams echoing off the walls - the way her governess had to hold her and her servants taking care of her. She felt like she had lost a part of herself and what would become of the beautiful Lady Juliet now - and her jewels, her glitters seemed to fade, as she realized her beloved father was not coming back. The months after his death, the grieving cost her everything, brought her to her knees and she wore black for many days. The dramatic antics were in fact real - even if her mother announced, rather quickly, something that would change her life forever.

She would be remarried - and become a Thorpe.

Lady Juliet Thorpe is her name now, taken by her stepfather, bearing the name of a man she cannot fathom and detests. Her mother insisted on it, told her it would be the only way for her to be a respectable lady, and although the screams of their arguments were the talk of the servants of the House Thorpe now. With the memory of her father now erased - it feels now like Lady Juliet has barely had time to mourn, further breaking her trust with her mother. The only solace Juliet could find was in a remarkably kind, and witty butler that came along with the Thorpes - a butler that Juliet could not keep her eye away from. The beautiful, precious and charmed Lady Juliet, having a dastardly affair with a butler was most scandalous - which is why no one but Juliet and the butler know - but he was the only one to challenge her, to both comfort and bring new perspective and distraction, after all, to the Lady Juliet, but she would never admit that.

connections up for grabs!

butler / lower class affair connection!

step siblings up for grabs!

a best friend, childhood connection

frenemy connections

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' INTRODUCING lady juliet thorpe, of twenty-seven years of grace, from the BLENDED and noble thorpe family. intro / vistage . jodie comer fc. written by hermy, 30, she/her, est. for cordiallyhqs.

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JODIE COMER as ELIZABETH OF YORK in THE WHITE PRINCESS — 1.01 (In Bed with the Enemy)