*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

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CrazyChickLady7 said:
Peter made his way to the queen's parlor, and knocked loudly on the door.
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Mariah opened the door herself, eager to get this started.

Jane changed Into a clean gown, then went to go find Cliffton to see how he was faring.

Edwin walked quietly down the hallway, looking for Alena.
 
"You requested my presence?" Peter asked rather cheesily.

Alena rinsed her filthy hands in a wash basin. She had to hurry and change before serving the evening meal. She hurried down the hall to the maid's quarters.
 
Alfrics hands were shaking, but he managed after a few attempts to light the kindling. He set the flint and steel down on the hearth and cupped his hands, blowing gently into the fire. The flames were small and new, but they were hungry. They flickered in the wind, catching onto the wood with their fiery tongues. Soon the wood was crackling and popping, and the fire was too hot for Alfric to sit so close to. He falls back and wraps his arms around his legs; his face illuminated by the orange light. He can already feel the cold leaving him. He sighs contently and closes his eyes.
 
CrazyChickLady7 said:
"You requested my presence?" Peter asked rather cheesily.

Alena rinsed her filthy hands in a wash basin. She had to hurry and change before serving the evening meal. She hurried down the hall to the maid's quarters.
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Mariah beckoned Peter to enter. "Take a seat, Sir Peter," she said calmly. Jane still hadn't shown up. Oh well.
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Hearing voices, Edwin frantically attempted to open a room to hide in. After the fourth attempt, he finally found a room that wasn't locked. Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked around.
(Alena?)
 
silkiecuddles said:
Edmund set another invitation on top of the stack. His hand was beginning to cramp from all the writing, but he didn't really mind. He'd rather do them himself then have the house keeper(?) do it, because he was bored and had nothing better to do. As he was about to dip his quill, he spotted the stack of coins the princess had given him. He grabbed a new sheet of paper and wrote a quick note which he bagged along with the coins.
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Lariah never really went to sleep. She only lay down on the soft woolen blankets and rested her head against a plush pillow. Many candles illuminated the lovely room she was in. She had no proper change of clothes, and riding attire was not appropriate for slumber. Lariah had left Aster with the family's small stable. She hoped he was okay, but she kept telling herself she shouldn't doubt the care that the family would give him. She rolled onto her back, frustrated that she could not close her eyes and fall asleep. She eventually got up and sat near the the small fire. She set her hand down, only to touch a burning hot piece of metal. Swallowing her cry of pain, she cradled her hand and took a look at it. A harsh burn was all along her thumb and palm of her right hand. Now why would they have metal that close to a fire? Lariah thought angrily.
 
silkiecuddles said:
Mariah beckoned Peter to enter. "Take a seat, Sir Peter," she said calmly. Jane still hadn't shown up. Oh well.
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Hearing voices, Edwin frantically attempted to open a room to hide in. After the fourth attempt, he finally found a room that wasn't locked. Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked around.
(Alena?)
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"You wanted to see me?" Peter asked.

Alena jumped. "Edwin? What are you doing in here?"
 
"Yes," Mariah said. She sat down across from Peter. "To put it bluntly, Peter, you have been living under our roof for quite some time now. I think it high time you began the moving out process, starting with a wife," she explained hurriedly.
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Edwin, equally as surprised, jumped as well. "Alena! I was actually looking for you. Not in this room, of course."
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Edmund called for a servant. "Please take this first thing in the morning to Edinburgh," he told the man, giving additional instructions on where to place it exactly.
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Linnet watched the rain trickling down the window, drop by drop. It was so dark and gloomy outside. Hopefully Peter had made it home safely. "Have you seen Gwen?" She asked suddenly. Maud looked up. "I believe she is with her sister. Shall I have her come in when she's done having tea?" She asked.
Linnet nodded. "Yes, please."
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Redd worked his dagger across a stone to smooth it. When he was done, he set it aside and leaned back on his bed. He wondered what had happened to that boy , and if he had a place to go.
 
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"I thot you were dead!"Millie exclaimed.
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"Of course not!"Eva laughed.
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Java jumped in Eva's arms,"mee,ruff orrruuuttt"she barked.
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Eva and Millie laughed.
 
silkiecuddles said:
"Yes," Mariah said. She sat down across from Peter. "To put it bluntly, Peter, you have been living under our roof for quite some time now. I think it high time you began the moving out process, starting with a wife," she explained hurriedly.
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Edwin, equally as surprised, jumped as well. "Alena! I was actually looking for you. Not in this room, of course."
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Edmund called for a servant. "Please take this first thing in the morning to Edinburgh," he told the man, giving additional instructions on where to place it exactly.
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Linnet watched the rain trickling down the window, drop by drop. It was so dark and gloomy outside. Hopefully Peter had made it home safely. "Have you seen Gwen?" She asked suddenly. Maud looked up. "I believe she is with her sister. Shall I have her come in when she's done having tea?" She asked.
Linnet nodded. "Yes, please."
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Redd worked his dagger across a stone to smooth it. When he was done, he set it aside and leaned back on his bed. He wondered what had happened to that boy , and if he had a place to go.
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Peter froze in shock. "What do you mean, Your Highness. I'm afraid I don't quite understand."

Alena set down her stack of recently pressed clothes. "Looking for me? What for? Is it about your mother?"
 
Alfrics heart had calmed down now, though his head still hurt a little. He opens his arms and rolls forward onto his knees, crossing his arms over each other and lifting up his shirt. The warmth from the fire hits his skin and he shivers. He tugs the sleeves off and throws it on the floor. Water has begun collecting underneath him, slowly running down his clothes. He kicks out his feet and begins untying his boots; the leather squeaks and grips onto him, but eventually after enough wiggling they are persuaded to come off. He quickly rolls off his socks and pushes himself up. Removing his trousers was a great relief; they were always chafing, and they never really fit right. He was told he would grow into them, but Alfric was sure he had done growing. He pulls them down to his ankles and stands on the fabric to tug himself free. Once removed he piles them on top of the other clothes. He then removes his vest and pants, and quickly grabs the towel from the hearth to cover himself.
 
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