*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

" Oh, I'm sorry, Sir Richard, I didn't mean to leave out a very important part of your name." Lariah sneered and she snorted in disgust. She was a princess, not a pheasant. She cocked her head to get a better look at him.
" Oh, and I'm Princess Lariah, by the way." Lariah teased as she snorted with delight. She knew just how to throw a man off.

(she does doesn't she. Poor Arthur)
 
Richard smirked. "Well then, little Missy, I've answered your prying question, now you answer mine. What are you doing out here? In the dark? By yourself?" He stressed the last few syllables
 
(Nada. I meant da RP. XD I need Edwin. And Kat. And Gwen. And Alena. And maybe Ole Richy. *rubs hands together like evil scientists do*)

(*makes slightly scared face at phone*)
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" First of all, I'm not little. Second of all, I needed a break. I don't need a constant guard following by whole life. I always come to the forest." Lariah growled as she started the walk away. She huffed and shook her head slowly.
Richard stared at the rebellious princess. He like her attitude. (XD) He turned his horse to leave. "Be careful, Princess. You never know what could lurk in these dark woods," he said evilly. He whistled a cheery tune as he put his horse into a trot.
 
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Gwen sat on her stool, staring out her window. Her mother had invited her to a small tea party, but declined saying she felt a little woozy. Suddenly Gwen wished she had gone. It was boring being alone.
 

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