*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

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Alfric opens his eyes and blinks a few times. He could've sworn he heard someone else. looking around him he decides he must've been dreaming. He stands up and falls against the wall. The blood rushing to his head. He can hear the rain thrashing against the walls, he feels totally defeated. He heads towards the door, guiding himself along the walls with his hands. The warmth of the kitchen hits him and he shivers, a cold tingle running up his spine. A pool of water is beginning to form underneath him as he stands dripping on the stone floor.
 
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Katrina turned from what she was doing to see who had entered. Her face showed complete disappointment when she saw the large puddle forming at the young man's feet, but she softened when she looked up and saw his face. He looked to be no more than a year older than she, and was dressed in a knight's clothes. Hoping the cook wouldn't notice him, Katrina went over to Alfric.
 
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Alfric was suddenly aware of himself and looked down at his feet, shuffling back a bit and standing closer to the doorway. He held his arm nervously and avoided eye contact with Katrina. He had always been told to enter through the back doors so that no one saw him. Though growing up here, he had seen her before.

(Who's Katrina? D:)
 
Lsky said:
Alfric was suddenly aware of himself and looked down at his feet, shuffling back a bit and standing closer to the doorway. He held his arm nervously and avoided eye contact with Katrina. He had always been told to enter through the back doors so that no one saw him. Though growing up here, he had seen her before.

(Who's Katrina? D:)
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(Princess' maid, you silly.)

Katrina glanced around the kitchen. "Come, you shouldn't be in here," she told him, beckoning him to follow her to the laundry where she was supposed to be. Seeing that he was a knight, or at least a knight in training, she didn't think the king would be pleased to have him loitering in the kitchen.
 
Alfric lifts his head to look at her but quickly averts his gaze. He approaches her cautiously and follows her into the laundry room. Leaving a trail of water behind him. He feels a little lighter, and he can't help but feel he's forgotten something.
 
Katrina closed the door that divided the kitchen and laundry. "What's your name?" She asked, turning her attention to a stack of sheets. There was a pile of laundry to be done, and she couldn't waste any more time.
 
Alfric leaned against the door and looked her up and down.
"Don't you know?" He asked furrowing his brow.
 
silkiecuddles said:
Katrina folded a pillowcase, setting it on top of a tall of more pillowcases. "Should I?" She asked as she reached for another.
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Alfric moves his eyes around the room and breathes in as quietly as he can. He feels very cramped in here. He looks up at Katrina and try's to catch her eye, as a way of saying "What am I supposed to do now?"
 
Lsky said:
Alfric moves his eyes around the room and breathes in as quietly as he can. He feels very cramped in here. He looks up at Katrina and try's to catch her eye, as a way of saying "What am I supposed to do now?"
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Without making eye contact, Katrina asked again. "Should I? Know your name?" The head laundress was watching her, she could feel it. It wouldn't do any good to make her all worked up.
 

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