*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

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Edmund called for a servant. "Please take this first thing in the morning to Edinburgh," he told the man, giving additional instructions on where to place it exactly.
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Lariah watched until the fire flickered down into glowing embers and coals. She had found a stale glass of water by her bed and took the cup to pour it over her burn. Now she had it wrapped in a wet clothe that scratched against her skin painfully. Lariah itched for dawn to come, so she could return to Edinburg. She got up and walked to the door, hesitantly turning the handle.
 
Alfric ruffles his hair with the towel, bringing it down to his face and neck, then to his shoulders and back. He makes his way down his body, until he is dry and the towel wet. He ties it around his waist and stands in front of the fire. The flames are much larger now, and much hungrier. Alfric picks up a log and throws it in, nudging it down with the poker. He needs to find some new clothes. He's unsure if he has any more of his own. A sudden rush of anxiety comes over him at this realisation. He's stood here naked, his only clothes strewn on the floor in a wet and muddy mess, and a fire is raging in the hearth; he didn't even ask if he could light one. Someone else had to have clothes he could wear, and everybody was out. No one would notice. Alfric glances back at the fire and plays with his hands nervously, before turning and running quickly to the bedrooms.
(Okay, if he's going to steal clothes, who's shall he take? I think someone else had a guard right? I'll check.)
 
The room is dark. The beds are pressed against the walls, ten beds in total; each with their own side table, shelf and chest. Alfrics bed is at the very back of the room, he always kept his chest locked. He screws up his eyes and walks carefully towards the bed closest to him. He lowers himself slowly to the ground and reaches out to open the chest. It's locked. He sighs and moves to the next one. Locked again. Infact the only one which was not locked was the one next to the door he had just entered. If only he had gone left first instead of right. This was his last hope, he moves his hands over the front and pushes the latch to the side with his thumb. C'mon please, please open.
Click. Alfric sighs in relief and lifts the lid. He glances quickly around the room again, not a person in sight. He peers inside the box. The clothes inside are neatly folded. He carefully reaches in and pulls out a shirt, holding it up infront of him. It's much larger than his own; this must be Alex's bed. He quickly throws it over his head and begins lacing up the front.
 
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"Sir, I believe you know exactly what I mean. Edwin will be married this year, and there will little to no reason for you to remain here," Mariah said bluntly.

Jane looked around the physicians office, but there was no sign of Cliffton. She headed for the hall.
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Edwin shrugged. "I was just...looking for you." He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked across the room to Alena.
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Linnet curled up on her bed and tried to sleep, but couldn't.

Maud knocked on Gwen's door. "Your highness? Are you in here?"
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Edmund waited for the servant to leave, then resumed his invitation writing. He hoped to have these out first thing next morning, hen start plans on the ball.
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Alfric finishes putting on the shirt, it's a little loose but it'll do. He rummages around in the chest and pulls out a pair of pants and trousers. He stands up and slips them on. The trouser legs drape on the floor. Alfric looks down at himself, he felt like a kid trying on his dads clothes. I'm not that short..
He sighs and pulls the waist up higher, tugging a belt from the chest and wrapping it around his waist. He moves his shirt over it to hide it. Only thing left now is socks and shoes.. He crouches down again and feels around for a pair of boots. Nothing. Darn, Alex must be wearing them.
He'll just have to go without. He's indoors anyway, no one will notice. He grabs a pair of socks and slips them on. Perfect. He slams the chest shut and pushes the latch back over.
 
silkiecuddles said:
Edmund waited for the servant to leave, then resumed his invitation writing. He hoped to have these out first thing next morning, hen start plans on the ball.
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Lariah left the family home and left what coins she had left in the dining room. She walked down the gravely path to the old but sturdy stable, where Aster was. She walked faster in a haste and looked for her horses tack. After rummaging through a worn oak chest, Lariah pulled out the the saddle, pad, and reins and put them on an anxious Aster. She mounted him and went onto the main road. It took awhile before she found the same path that led her out of Edinburg to Alnwick. She recognized it from the large stones that lined it. Looking back once, a strange feeling in her gut, she urged Aster into a gallop and made her way home.
 
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She recognized it from the large stones that lined it. Looking back once, a strange feeling in her gut, she urged Aster into a gallop and made her way home.
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Edmund looked over the invite once again. "....it would be an honor to have your esteemed presence...masque ball.. two weeks from today.." He read aloud to himself. Satisfied with it, he sealed it with wax and pressed the circular seal bearing his family crest into it.
 
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Alfric looks down at himself and smiles contently, Alex's clothes are much fancier than his own. He walks briskly back to the other room and collects his clothes from the floor. He pulls a chair out and places it by the fire, draping his damp shirt and trousers over the back. He felt so clean and warm, and the fire was so comforting. He pulls another chair from the table and slumps down into it.
I'll just close my eyes for a moment while I wait for my clothes to dry..
He crosses his arms and leans back. He can hear the rain thrashing angrily against the walls, but he's safe in here by the warmth of the fire. He closes his eyes and yawns, and soon he's fast asleep.
 
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Edwin looked over the invite once again. "....it would be an honor to have your esteemed presence...masque ball.. two weeks from today.." He read aloud to himself. Satisfied with it, he sealed it with wax and pressed the circular seal bearing his family crest into it.
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( dont you mean Edmund?)

Lariah had gotten home safely and was now in her spacious, fancy room. Her parents had not noticed her exit or return, just by her luck. She had changed into a comfortable blush coloured dress. A maid had just arrived with tea and biscuits. Lariah half-heartedly nibbled on a rye-tasting biscuits and stared blandly at the blurry, rain-stained window. She delt distractedl
 

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