*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

Edwin's mind raced. "We need to move her to a bed," he stated. "But we can't be seen by the party guests. It will just make everything more complicated," he explained.
"Yes you are right." Peter picked her up, cradling her in his arms.
Edwin lead the way. He slipped into the hall and walked quietly by the very edge in the shadows. The music was loud and nearly everyone was dancing. "Come on," he beckoned Peter.
 
Richard saw a carriage stopped not far ahead. He quickened the horse's pace. "C'mon!" he yelled as he urged the horse on.
"Here comes that fool Richard."
The horse was foaming at the mouth as Richard pulled him to a quick halt. "Princess Jenel, you are NEEDED at the castle immediately by your brother. It's a case of poison," he said breathlessly.
"I cant go back! Who was poisoned?"
 
Edwin turned to Gwen. "Go distract my parent the best you can," he said gently. He handed her his handkerchief. "Wipe you tears first. We can't have anything suspected."
Like all good princesses, Gwen was able to quickly recompose herself, and do what she must. She quickly dusted off her dress, and lightly stepped back into the castle.
 
Pete
Edwin lead the way. He slipped into the hall and walked quietly by the very edge in the shadows. The music was loud and nearly everyone was dancing. "Come on," he beckoned Peter.
Peter gently hurried her face into his shirt, this was, if someone asked, he could say that she had a little too much to drink. He quickly followed his friend, though the halls.
 

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