*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

"Yes, and she said that she would." Gwen frowned. "I am sorry if you have felt like I don't like you. I just wanted to trek you that I don't hate you, it's just that I don't know you." She looked at her shoes, not sure how he'd answer.
 
"Yes, and she said that she would." Gwen frowned. "I am sorry if you have felt like I don't like you. I just wanted to trek you that I don't hate you, it's just that I don't know you." She looked at her shoes, not sure how he'd answer.
Edwin laughed. "So I'm not the only one," he said, chuckling. "Alena told me to talk to you. Alone. I don't hate you, I've just been avoiding you for the same reasons you've avoided me." His laughter ceased as he took on a more serious tone. "Well, if we really truly are to be forced into this marriage, we might as well get to know eachother." He paused a moment. "What's your favorite sport?" He asked jovially.
 
Edwin laughed. "So I'm not the only one," he said, chuckling. "Alena told me to talk to you. Alone. I don't hate you, I've just been avoiding you for the same reasons you've avoided me." His laughter ceased as he took on a more serious tone. "Well, if we really truly are to be forced into this marriage, we might as well get to know eachother." He paused a moment. "What's your favorite sport?" He asked jovially.

"Alena? Oh is she the one that Lariah says your in love with?" Gwen slapped her hands over her mouth. "Umm. My favorite sport is probably rabbit hunting by horseback. My father wont let me go, but I do enjoy watching." She said, quickly trying to cover up her little slip up.
 
( yeah. Im going to watch the soccer to ill be back
(soccer? Come on Casp there are better sports
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