*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

Fawn blushed. Now she was a bit sorry she had been so persistent. "Um, sure," she replied. She placed her hand in his.
Fent led her the the floor, and gently spun her in circles.
Fawn's cheeks reddened every time she spun around to face him.
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"How's it going?" Edwin asked Peter. He pulled out a chair for Gwen.
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Mariah smiled gleefully as Audric skillfully danced with her.
 
Fawn's cheeks reddened every time she spun around to face him.
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"How's it going?" Edwin asked Peter. He pulled out a chair for Gwen.
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Mariah smiled gleefully as Audric skillfully danced with her.

Fent smiled, Fawn was a much better partner than the brunette had been. "What's wrong Fawn?" He whispered.
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"Thank you Edwin." Gwen sat next to him, in the seat he had pulled out.
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Peter looked at him. Linnet was asleep again. "She's doing better now. I guess she wont be feeling well for a while though." Peter sighed, it was getting late.
 
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Fan sighed. "I–oh, nothing," Fawn replied. She looked away.
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"My pleasure," Edwin replied.
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Linnet put her hand under her head. She was asleep.
 
"Fent, if I thought you should know, I would tell you." Fawn looked around the hall, curious where the prince and princess were.
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"You mean till Linnet is perfectly fine? I'm not sure exactly. I'll ask Jenel later," Edwin replied to Gwen. "Was she talking to you?" He asked Peter.
 

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