So We Meet Again

[Vortigern]

-------This was an utter waste of time. Vortigern could not believe his father was making him do this. What purpose would it serve? Going to Carmelide for the sole reason to offer his condolence to an inferior family? All they had was good relations with the king. Now, they were nothing. A woman had inherited the man's estate, as if them being mere nobles wasn't degrading enough for Vortigern. But no. His father had gotten word of their hospitality years ago when Vortigern had initially visited Carmelide. Hospitality. Pfft. Vortigern scoffed at the word. Little did Gildas know how completely rude and inappropriate they had been. The daughter making a scene and leaving in the middle of dinner. So undisciplined. And now he would have to suffer her company all over again. Only... there were no men to talk to. Just a naive little girl who wouldn't know what to do with all of daddy's wealth. The thought was nauseating.

-------He had stalled his time with the king for as long as he could, before he decided to just rip the stitches and be done with it. The sooner he went to the estate, the sooner this would be over and done with. So with that, he rode off, arriving in the early evening. Good. He would only have to suffer through one meal, and then call it an early night. Though his father had told him to stay for at least a couple of days. Word had been sent to them of his arrival, so they better prepare adequately. After all, Vortigern was a prince. A royal. They were lucky he was gracing them with his presence. He made a face as he neared the estate and then straightened himself up, giving that oh so typical expressionless look that Vortigern often projected. He slowed his horse to a halt and dismounted, removing his riding gloves, as one of the servants took his horse to the stables. This was going to be the longest, and most mundane trip ever.

Tag: Romily de Braose

[Romily de Braose]

As much as she would have liked to have stayed in Camelot with the people who she had come to love the most, there was always a time for change - and Romily had to embrace that as a command from King Leodegrance himself. She had returned home to find the whole house in an uproar over what everyone should be doing as well as welcoming back the daughter of their employer. Romily had set them straight as soon as she had arrived. Nothing would change within their daily business, and it was now time to shed a bit of light within the darkness that had befallen the house for so many years. It was almost as though it was brand new again - the rooms were no longer darkened but had more light and a welcome and airy feel to them. A few other changes had been made but otherwise, all else had been left in the same places as usual.

Bonnie had not let her go when she had returned, saying that she knew that one day she would be back - hence the reason why she was still there. Romily was grateful for this, knowing that she could still trust her oldest friend and mother figure to her. Now with the estate's affairs all settled (Romily had no idea how she had managed to do that) and the place up and running again, she no longer felt like Lord Durwin's daughter. She felt like the Lady of the Manor.

Early evening had fallen, and Romily was reading in the solar, she'd attended the Carmelidian Court that afternoon for a Knighting Ceremony and had returned home some hours ago. She felt like she had grown up finally - no longer naive or outspoken, but instead taking her place where she knew all women should be. Her appearance these days was of a more suited taste to her current role and rank, and anyone could see just how far she had come - whether they liked it or not. Ryle, her father's old manservant appeared in the doorway and gave a small cough. "My lady, Prince Vortigern of Sorelia is here..."

Romily looked up, her book almost dropping to the floor at the mention of the name. Why on earth was a man who had hated her so much before, paying her a visit? Most likely to scorn her, about how she was not worthy of her title or position. Either way he would detest the whole subject of her inheritance. Even Romily knew that. "Then what are you waiting for Ryle? Bring him here at once."

Ryle scuttled off to obey her words whilst she sent for a jug of wine to be brought to the solar. Smoothing down her dress, Romily sat and waited for Vortigern to be shown in.

So...dinner for two then...

[Vortigern]

-------Vortigern had been standing out there for what felt like forever. Until a servant finally came out and said that he were to follow him. Really? This is how she treated royalty? Just relaxing in her estate walls rather than coming out to greet him? What dreadful hospitality! At least her bloody father seemingly had more respect than this. It just proved his point; that she was nothing more than a little girl. Having no idea what to do or how to treat those above her. Just. Just great. This visit had hardly started and already he was finding it unbearable. Of course he had no choice but the follow the idiotic servant inside the estate. Where he was then led to the solar where she was sitting there. Just, sitting there and what? Reading?! Just like last time, this woman had no idea where her place was.

-------"Lady Romily de Braose," he greeted. Lacking any sort of warmth or kindness in his tone. Though it was not filled with anger or agitation either. It was merely, emotionless. Monotone. Is this how you treat royalty?" He asked, both with sarcasm and legitimate curiosity. "I see that little has changed since our last encounter." Where she had made a scene in front of everyone. Only this time, her disrespect was shown in a different way. Apparently she entertained so many royals that she was used to them just flocking to her, is that what it was? Unacceptable! And Vortigern certainly was not going to tolerate such behavior if this how she was going to act for the duration of his stay.

[Romily de Braose]

He entered with ever the dramatic greeting, well it wasn't even a greeting - it was a demand of such. Did she treat all of her royal guests like this.
Romily rose from the chair and curtsied, before standing up straight. "Forgive me my lord, but I did not receive word that you were to join me this evening." No one had given her such a message so the fault obviously laid with the person instructed to send that message, if there had been one that was. "Well that is of your own feeling my lord." she merely brushed off his remark - ok she had all the right to be offended by this man, especially when he was in her own home. But he was a man, a Prince, and she had to respect him for what and all that he was worth.

Great...

"Please do be seated" she gestured to the chair opposite hers, "I shall pour you some wine, and then perhaps you may tell me of why you have decided to visit." Because she had no idea why Prince Vortigern, a man with so much hatred for her - would dream of visiting the woman so far below him.