*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

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Alfric leans back against the door.
"The..the.. Queens..?" He stammers. He moves his eyes away from hers and over to the hole in the wall behind her.
"Yep," Katrina crossed her arms. Now here, she had leverage.
 
Alfric furrows his brow and turns back to face her.
"Why.. would her majesty.. Drink tea in a bedroom?" He gestures towards the bed.
 
Alfric furrows his brow and turns back to face her.
"Why.. would her majesty.. Drink tea in a bedroom?" He gestures towards the bed.
"That is a day bed, silly," Katrina smirked. "For her highness to recline on and relax. Read a book, sew." She shrugged.
 
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Alfric turns back to the bed. A day bed..?
He shakes his head in disbelief. She obviously made that up. What was he supposed to do now? He turns to Katrina and opens his mouth as if to speak, but no words pass his lips. He stammers slightly and rubs the back of his head with his hand.
 
Alfric turns back to the bed. A day bed..?
He shakes his head in disbelief. She obviously made that up. What was he supposed to do now? He turns to Katrina and opens his mouth as if to speak, but no words pass his lips. He stammers slightly and rubs the back of his head with his hand.

Katrina rolled her eyes. "What do you be wanting?" She asked. She had things to do, and if they weren't done soon then she would be in trouble.
 
"Where's my clothes?" Alfric suddenly bursts. He caught himself off guard and quickly turns away from her again, playing with his hands anxiously.
 

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