Disclaimer: This is the Moulin Rouge story line with a few of my own quirks. It is not directly the same but it has a sew of the same ideas so I might as well remind every one that Moulin Rouge's story Line is Baz Lurman's.
Christian opened the letter he had just got and quickly read it. It was a letter from the scribes up at the palace informing him that there would be a large party tonight.
"Guys," he said jumping down from the pile of hay he was sitting on.
"Tonight is the Kings 'Gala Party'," he read, "and as you know we must have the stables looking immaculate and be ready to receive the guests horses and other animals and be ready to tend to them. Proper uniforms must be worn and we must be on our best behaviour. "
"What do they think we are?" asked James, Christian's best friend, "Dogs? You must be on tour best behaviour."
"Have you forgotten James we are the lowly commoners," said one of the older men.
Christian was the head stableboy at the Palace. He was 18, had floppy brown hair and was tall and muscular.
He had pale skin even though he spent hours outside. His parents had died a few years ago so he began work here.
"Get to work," he said tossing a broom to James, "and don't grumble," he reprimanded.
Mucking out the stables was not a nice job and it took forever. It was growing dark when Christian moved the last horse into the designated stable for the palace steeds. He locked the door and shouted to everyone.
"Go get ready."
They walked quickly to the small cabins they had on the outskirts of the palace forest and got changed. They had to wear red silk pants and a loose red silk shirt with gold cuffs. Christian combed his hair and walked out, feeling very strange in these elegant cloths.
Hurry up," he called as He started heading towards the stables. People ran to catch up with him. Once everybody was there Christian said.
Half of us have to go up to the palace and bring the horses down the other half stay here and put them in stables as they are brought."
Soon the group was split in two and Christian was leading them up to the Palace doors. They stood in the shadows waiting for the first of the guests to arrive.
"Remember," Christian mocked "Best behaviour."
"Yeah, yeah," laughed everyone else.
Then four gleaming white horses came trotting up each carrying a splendidly dressed person. Christian, James, Morgan and Peter stepped forward and took the horses as the guards helped the ladies off. They led the horses down the hill and into the stables were they were taken by one of the other men.
They repeated this procedure so many times that Christian lost count. Soon everyone was checked off the guest list and they could all go back and tend to the horses.
"You guys go ahead," said Christian, "I'll just check what time we have to be back up here."
He walked up the marble steps and into the well-lit entrance hall.
"Excuse me," he said to one of the guards.
"yes," he said promptly.
"What time would you like us to have the horses ready.
"Guests are leaving tomorrow morning at ten."
"Thankyou," said Christian. He went outside and started heading towards the stables but stopped quite suddenly.
There was a group of young men standing in the garden the Prince included. One of the palaces courtesans was dancing and making many flatuosus moves.
Christian rolled his eyes and continued towards the stable.
A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short, I know it's not a good way to start off but they will get longer. This chapter was just the intro and Introducing the second chapters plot into here would be a bit confusing.
Christian opened the letter he had just got and quickly read it. It was a letter from the scribes up at the palace informing him that there would be a large party tonight.
"Guys," he said jumping down from the pile of hay he was sitting on.
"Tonight is the Kings 'Gala Party'," he read, "and as you know we must have the stables looking immaculate and be ready to receive the guests horses and other animals and be ready to tend to them. Proper uniforms must be worn and we must be on our best behaviour. "
"What do they think we are?" asked James, Christian's best friend, "Dogs? You must be on tour best behaviour."
"Have you forgotten James we are the lowly commoners," said one of the older men.
Christian was the head stableboy at the Palace. He was 18, had floppy brown hair and was tall and muscular.
He had pale skin even though he spent hours outside. His parents had died a few years ago so he began work here.
"Get to work," he said tossing a broom to James, "and don't grumble," he reprimanded.
Mucking out the stables was not a nice job and it took forever. It was growing dark when Christian moved the last horse into the designated stable for the palace steeds. He locked the door and shouted to everyone.
"Go get ready."
They walked quickly to the small cabins they had on the outskirts of the palace forest and got changed. They had to wear red silk pants and a loose red silk shirt with gold cuffs. Christian combed his hair and walked out, feeling very strange in these elegant cloths.
Hurry up," he called as He started heading towards the stables. People ran to catch up with him. Once everybody was there Christian said.
Half of us have to go up to the palace and bring the horses down the other half stay here and put them in stables as they are brought."
Soon the group was split in two and Christian was leading them up to the Palace doors. They stood in the shadows waiting for the first of the guests to arrive.
"Remember," Christian mocked "Best behaviour."
"Yeah, yeah," laughed everyone else.
Then four gleaming white horses came trotting up each carrying a splendidly dressed person. Christian, James, Morgan and Peter stepped forward and took the horses as the guards helped the ladies off. They led the horses down the hill and into the stables were they were taken by one of the other men.
They repeated this procedure so many times that Christian lost count. Soon everyone was checked off the guest list and they could all go back and tend to the horses.
"You guys go ahead," said Christian, "I'll just check what time we have to be back up here."
He walked up the marble steps and into the well-lit entrance hall.
"Excuse me," he said to one of the guards.
"yes," he said promptly.
"What time would you like us to have the horses ready.
"Guests are leaving tomorrow morning at ten."
"Thankyou," said Christian. He went outside and started heading towards the stables but stopped quite suddenly.
There was a group of young men standing in the garden the Prince included. One of the palaces courtesans was dancing and making many flatuosus moves.
Christian rolled his eyes and continued towards the stable.
A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short, I know it's not a good way to start off but they will get longer. This chapter was just the intro and Introducing the second chapters plot into here would be a bit confusing.