*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

"Gwen!" Edmund hurried after her. "Are you accusing me of liking her?" He asked, horrified that Gwen would think such.

Emilee grabbed the horn of her saddle and tried to pull herself up. After an unsuccessful couple tries, she finally pulled herself up. She turned her horse and began trotting away
 
Gwen shook her head. "I'm not accusing. I'm merely stating facts."
"Gwen! I rode all this way to find you! An injured leg, and trying to get to you as fast as possible. How would I of had time to sit and think about how I could manage to get back to that pathetic cottage to whatever her name is??" Edmund asked

Things began to get hazy again. Emilee slipped off the horse accidentally, but she was too exhausted to get up
 
Gwen threw her hands up. "I dont know! Maybe you feel obligated. Maybe you want to be a hero. I t doesn't really matter!"

Redd...where is he?)
 

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