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[_ladydisdain_]

*pacing back and forth and back and forth in barely-contained agitation* *is in love, and more pale than glowing, really*

'Tis a strange, strange day. For the heart to betray the tongue so--

*stops, and flops rather heavily into a convenient chair, alternately panicking and fuming*

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[the_white_sheep]

*frowns in concern, having followed after she fled* Lady Beatrice?

*ha, didn't catch what she said, but still stays a few feet away, respectfully aware of the zomgpanic* ...I'm not an idiot, you know. I'd be dead if I were. My family doesn't suffer idiots well. Something's the matter. Tell me, please?

[_ladydisdain_]

It is no matter concerning thee, Signior. *lies,lies,lies!*

[the_white_sheep]

*looks faintly hurt for a brief second, then nods* ...All right. Still, tell me if there's anything I can do to help.

[_ladydisdain_]

*ohnonononono, she's offended him now!*

*and, much more gently* I am sorry-- this comes of no fault of thine. 'Tis only that I think thou couldst not improve the situation, and could very like make it worse.

[fair_hero]

Sweet cousin?

[_ladydisdain_]

'Tis nothing, cousin, only the impossible.

[fair_hero]

That cannot be naught--!

[_ladydisdain_]

It is not. Rather, I wish 'twere so.

[inyourfacejohn]

*blinkblink* ...my Lady Beatrice?

[_ladydisdain_]

--Your grace! *stands and curtsies in greeting*

[inyourfacejohn]

*blinks again, inclining his head in return* What's the matter?

[_ladydisdain_]

*nervous, quick smile* Nothing so lofty as should raise your concern, my lord.