*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

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silkiecuddles said:
Redd raised an eyebrow. "No, not really. But by your description of yourself, one would assume a stuck up young woman from a nearby kingdom," he said calmly, trying to play ignorant with her.
(Did you read the Linnet/Richard section?)

Jane wandered from the table over to where the queen stood. "Are the prince's here?" She inquired. Frowning, Mariah looked down at her. "I do hope so, but I haven't seen either since arriving," she replied.

William waited for the queen to finish talking before greeting them.

Edmund held out his hand to escort Fawn. She hesitantly set her hand on his, the touch sending a shiver up her spine. She allowed him to lead to a clearer area of the room for dancing.
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"Oh. The ball. Technically, I am supposed to be there," Edwin said. "I was actually nearly at the gates before returning here."
Katrina put her ear to the door to listen better.
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Redd's comment irritated Gwen, but she didn't show it. "No. Though you were fairly close." Not caring whether this man thought she was rude or not, she stalked off to find a more polite partner.

Peter's eyes caught Linnet's as he was retrieving the flukes of champagne. He didn't think she was coming.

"Why are you here?" Alena asked more urgently. "What about your mother?"
 
"A plan." Alfric said with a cold smile. Azor was too friendly for his liking, which struck him as suspicious.
 
As the horse angerly threw itself down, Herja could feel what it was trying to do, to crush her, squash her like an insect. As the horse went down, her training kicked in, and she dove aside and performed a forward roll away from the angry horse. She dashed around the head, taking up position behind at the shoulder, so as to not get struck by her wildly waving hooves. She stood, warily, feet planted firmly, widely, a wrestler's stance, waiting for the horse to get up so she could try again. The night air and the thrill of the challenge was invigorating, and she laughed out loud, loving the battle of two kindred warrior spirits who would not be tamed.
 
Alfric hurried to follow him, stopping in the next room and hugging himself as a draft rushed over him. There was no fire lit here.
"Okay, grab your stuff and lets go." He snapped, the chill agitating him.
 
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CrazyChickLady7 said:
Redd's comment irritated Gwen, but she didn't show it. "No. Though you were fairly close." Not caring whether this man thought she was rude or not, she stalked off to find a more polite partner.

Peter's eyes caught Linnet's as he was retrieving the flukes of champagne. He didn't think she was coming.

"Why are you here?" Alena asked more urgently. "What about your mother?"
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Redd scoffed. He immediately began searching the room for a wealthy looking, young unengaged woman who would be eager for a dance partner.

Richard peered at Peter, or rather, the flukes he carried. "What have you got there? Came for the food rather than the people?" He joked. Linnet placed her free hand on her stomach as nausea set in, her other hand still being held by Richard. She didn't like what he said, or the tone in which he said it. She regretted that Peter's first sight of her was her on this crude knight's arm, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Surely he recognized her.

Jane curtsied and left the queen in order to find and regain Sir Peter.
William immediately stepped up and bowed deeply. "Your highness," he nodded at King Audric, then at the queen. Mariah simply stared at the man, undecided wether she knew him or not.
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"Because, um," Edwin tried to think of an explanation that would make sense. "I forgot something....very important," he added.
 
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CrazyChickLady7 said:
Redd's comment irritated Gwen, but she didn't show it. "No. Though you were fairly close." Not caring whether this man thought she was rude or not, she stalked off to find a more polite partner.

Peter's eyes caught Linnet's as he was retrieving the flukes of champagne. He didn't think she was coming.

"Why are you here?" Alena asked more urgently. "What about your mother?"
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Alan stood several feet away from his older sister deciding weather he should interupt or not
 
India felt the spider-like warrior clamber over her and spring from her back, lifting the weight from her body in an instant. Her eyes flashed furiously, the whites a sharp contrast to the blackness of her expanded pupils and the dark sky behind her. She pulled herself up as quickly as she could and span around. And there she was, standing before her again. India stood as tall as she could, and began her circle around Herja, snorting and puffing loudly, her feet stamping the soft meadow ground and lifting up dirt. India chose her riders, she always had. This brute would never sit her back again, of that she was certain.
 
"What? Who-" Alfric swallowed the end of his sentence quickly. "No, we must go tonight. The horse, then the ball." He spluttered.
 

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