*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

Gwen sat there just breathing for a moment. When she was calmer, she followed Edmund.

Fent's head snapped up. "What?! What do you mean?! To who?!"
Edmund was completely lost in thought.
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Emilee chuckled at Fent's response. "To a nice man from the village. At least he was nice last time I saw him," she explained
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Fawn angrily dug her heels into her horse's sides and galloped homeward. She wiped a tear from her face and tried to get a hold of herself and her emotions
 
Gwen slowed as he did. "Are we here?" She asked glancing around.

"You saw him? You didnt talk to him? What's the name of this man?" Fent felt something stirring onside him. Fear? Anger? Disappointment? No. He didn't care for her. He couldn't
 
Gwen slowed as he did. "Are we here?" She asked glancing around.

"You saw him? You didnt talk to him? What's the name of this man?" Fent felt something stirring onside him. Fear? Anger? Disappointment? No. He didn't care for her. He couldn't
Edmund shook his head. "Nope," he sped up
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Emilee laughed. "No, his name's Gavin and he's very nice actually," she said. "And this Union has been planned for quite a few years."
 
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Gwen sighed and quickly followed. At least she wouldn't have to put up with him for as long as he thinks. "How much farther?" She called.

Fent thought for a moment. "Gavin? The their?"
 
Gwen sighed and quickly followed. At least she wouldn't have to put up with him for as long as he thinks. "How much farther?" She called.

Fent thought for a moment. "Gavin? The their?"
"I'm not exactly sure. You're the one who proposed this spot to meet," Edmund called over his shoulder. He was beginning to get irritated with her highness. Women. And he was planning on
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(Ding ding)
Emilee looked up, surprised. "Thief? He told me he had left that behind," she said quietly. She hadn't actually seen her betrothed in nearly a year, but knew for a fact he was alive and the engagement was still intact.
 
Gwen was confused. "What are you talking about?"

Fent shrugged. "Not everyone is as honest as you are lead to believe."
"I thought you told me we were to meet what's his face at some little cove," Edmund argued.
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Emilee diced potatoes swiftly and scraped them into the pot. "Well it doesn't matter. It's official and now you know," she hastily stirred the pot.
 
Suddenly it clicked. "Is that why you are angry?" Gwen asked surprised.

Fent returned to the window. "Not all is as it appears to be." He said distantly.
 
Suddenly it clicked. "Is that why you are angry?" Gwen asked surprised.

Fent returned to the window. "Not all is as it appears to be." He said distantly.
Edmund laughed. "No! That is not why I am angry. Why should he make me mad? I'm angry–no, I'm not angry, I'm upset about the fact that that woman dragged me into this. Not that I don't like helping you, I just wish she had been clearer on her instructions! And I've–oh, never mind, doesn't matter," Edmund ranted on.
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Emilee wiped a tear from her sooty face. "No, tis not," she sighed.
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Fawn stopped her horse in front of the cozy castle.
 
Tears once again pricked Gwen's eyes. She quickly bat them back. "It is fine if you do not wish to help me the rest of the way." She said coldly. "I can find my way myself."

"Are you alright?" Fent asked, seeing the tears. He never knew what to do with strong emotions.
 

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