*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

Gwen backed away from her friend, unable to bear it. She sat on the ground, crying and shaking.
 
Lariah got stabbed by a pin again. She was about to curse it, but she had an idea. She got the pin into her cuffed hand and started to pick at it. She finaly got it thin enough she could break through it and start to untie the other handle....
 
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Edwin's mind raced. "We need to move her to a bed," he stated. "But we can't be seen by the party guests. It will just make everything more complicated," he explained.
"Yes you are right." Peter picked her up, cradling her in his arms.
 
Richard saw a carriage stopped not far ahead. He quickened the horse's pace. "C'mon!" he yelled as he urged the horse on.
"Here comes that fool Richard."
The horse was foaming at the mouth as Richard pulled him to a quick halt. "Princess Jenel, you are NEEDED at the castle immediately by your brother. It's a case of poison," he said breathlessly.
 

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