*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

[silkiecuddles]

Arabella sighed. "I suppose it is. Though, it's taken, so why would anybody try to get a job someone already has? Oh well, I have the job for now and if the king decides to randomly fire me then that's what'll happen." She told him.

"People will do crazy things to get near the king," Richard said. "Anyway, I didn't come over merely to talk jobs with you. Would you do me the honor of the next dance?" He asked

 

[Garjzla]

"People will do crazy things to get near the king," Richard said. "Anyway, I didn't come over merely to talk jobs with you. Would you do me the honor of the next dance?" He asked

Arabella smiled softly, "Yes, I will. It would be a pleasure." she replied politely.

 

[silkiecuddles]

Arabella smiled softly, "Yes, I will. It would be a pleasure." she replied politely.

Richard did something similar to a smile at her reply.
When the current song ended, he held out his hand to escort her to an area of the floor that was free of people. "Are you fond of dancing?" He asked, basically meaning, can you dance decently.

 

[Garjzla]

Richard did something similar to a smile at her reply.
When the current song ended, he held out his hand to escort her to an area of the floor that was free of people. "Are you fond of dancing?" He asked, basically meaning, can you dance decently.

Arabella took his offered hand. "Yes, actually. Most do not think I'd be the dancing type, but I'm quite fond of it." She said and smirked slightly, "So, don't worry, I'm not going to be an embarrassment."

 

[silkiecuddles]

Arabella took his offered hand. "Yes, actually. Most do not think I'd be the dancing type, but I'm quite fond of it." She said and smirked slightly, "So, don't worry, I'm not going to be an embarrassment."

"Well, that is nice to know," Richard chuckled. He bowed low then straightened, looking around in impatience for the musicians to start playing.

 

[Athaid]

(That's why it's fun to not slap a whole history on forms at the beginning. Though, Shannon actually made Fawn. Anyway, C U Later. Go rest your weary grandma eyes)

(Yup Fawn is an assassin right?)

 

[silkiecuddles]

[Yup Fawn is an assassin right?)

(Yep)

 

[Athaid]

Alfric paused to catch his breath, leaning heavily against the wall. Was the ground moving or was that him? He blinked furiously and scrambled around to get his footing. Then with a loud painful scraping noise, the wall fell open like a door, pulling Alfric with it and spitting him out on the other side.

 

[Athaid]

The scraping sound ended in a loud thud, as the wall sealed shut behind him.

 

[Bantambird]

( pneumonia, and now in a secret tunnel! Dun dun duuuunnn!)