*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

[Athaid]

"I was not in a position to ask. His majesty wished it, and so here I am."

 

[silkiecuddles]

"I was not in a position to ask. His majesty wished it, and so here I am."

Edmund looked to Fawn expectantly.
Fawn just shrugged. She knew Alfric was lying about his name, but there was nothing to prove he was lying about the guard duty. It would surprise her if it was true, since one didn't typically guard assassins, but whatever the king commanded usually was obeyed.
"Have you known Lady Fawn before today?" Edmund asked.

 

[Athaid]

"Only her name." Alfric said, shifting in his seat.

 

[silkiecuddles]

"Only her name." Alfric said, shifting in his seat.

Edmund sighed. Something seemed wrong about what James was saying, and Fawn was being no help.
Will finally brought over a tray with three mugs of cider in it. "Thanks, Will. You can go resume your duties," Edmund told him. Will wanted to stay and listen, but he obeyed and hurried off.
Fawn finally said something. "Do you know who this is?" She asked Alfric, with a slight nod towards Edmund.

 

[Athaid]

Alfric glared at Fawn, his face burning red. "I'm tired." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Forgive me if I cannot place your face."

 

[Athaid]

Alfric took his mug of cider in hand and took a long drink, hiding as much of his face as he could.

 

[Bantambird]

( British cussing ensues, the word bloody is repeated a lot at this spot.....)

 

[Athaid]

(Oi Oi what's all this then?)

 

[Bantambird]

( I'm waiting for them to pin Alfric down. I'm following with bated breath, although I doubt you'll get executed. Your characters always get onto so much trouble.)

 

[Athaid]

(What are you talking about? All my characters are sweet.)