*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

Lariah heard only two things:
thud...
scrape...
thud...
scrape...
thud..
scraaaappee...


Lariah couldn't move, and she felt like she had been awake for a whole month. she heard muffled voices, and she felt like a dozen needles were going through her bad ankle.
 
All the while Linnet danced with Richard, she kept an eye out for Peter. She was so worried about him.
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Fawn stood up. She wandered around, watching Peter.

Peter finally spotted Linnet...she was dancing with Richard. He tapped on his shoulder. "Excuse me Sir. Mind if I cut in."
 
All the while Linnet danced with Richard, she kept an eye out for Peter. She was so worried about him.
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Fawn stood up. She wandered around, watching Peter.
Richard cast a glance at Fawn. She grinned. He kept dancing. Linnet was really worried, because she hadn't seen Peter since early into the supper.
 
Another pin from Lariah's dress stabbed her. Hard.
" YOU STUPID DRESS!!" Lariah yelled as she ripped the pin out of her dress and threw it.
She felt hands hold her down and she tried to wriggle them off.
" GET OFF ME!" Lariah snarled and she brought her fist down on the first hand she felt. She tried to opened her eyes, and it was a blur at first. It cleared up, and she was in a bed. Men were tying her wrists and ankles down. They were in a dark, stone room only lit by torch-light.
Where am I?
 
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"Thank you." He turned to Linnet and made a face. "You were dancing with him?" He gently took her hand in his.
 

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