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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Oct 17, 2012 11:42:42 GMT -5
Arthur wasn't sure he was particularly looking forward to this feast. The celebrations for the champion of the joust were over, but with some noble families remaining, there were still formal dinners held in the grand hall. Thankfully, 'Sir William' had returned to whatever farm he came from. So Arthur's paranoia wouldn't be too high. He knew however, that his eyes would constantly be searching for someone in the crowd, and was already trying to keep composed to avoid suspicion. With his injury not yet healed, he still had to wear it in a sling -- something a bit embarrassing for he hated showing any sign of injury. But Gaius and his father made sure it was worn. So even with his formal attire tonight -- void of the chainmail -- he had his arm in a sling. It looked ridiculous, but so long that the truth remained concealed, then he would have to deal with the aftermath.
As expected, the feast was not something he was overly enjoying. Apart from having to hear people rave about Sir William, people came up to him, asking how he was feeling, and how it happened. Though they all knew, they wanted to hear about it first hand. It was true that he missed the extravagance of his life -- like sleeping in a proper bed and such -- however . . . he also missed what it was like to be in a more . . . simple life. Or perhaps it was the company he missed. Even the beautiful noble women whom he would have instantly found comfort and enjoyment in their company, did not compare tonight. He only hoped he wasn't appearing rude to them, and so tried to remain as polite as possible. But whenever he was standing alone -- which shockingly did happen every now and then -- his eyes went to her. And with Guinevère standing next to Morgana, he knew he could get away with staring. Well, sort of. Caught or not, he found himself lost in thought, his eyes locked on her though she did not seem to notice he was just staring at her. And he wondered, how he had never noticed her beauty before.
Setting: Camelot Castle; in the grand hall Time of Day: Evening Timeline: Shortly after The Once and Future Queen Notes: Distracted Arthur is ready for some company! Tag: Lady Anne
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Post by ladyanne1 on Oct 23, 2012 17:58:08 GMT -5
Lady Anne could not believe it. She had always wanted to be out in society, but her age did not allow her. But now she was 17 years old and deemed old enough to attend events. Tonight was the celebration for the champion of the jousting tournament and Anne could not wait to meet everyone. She was bursting with joy!
"Anne," Her sister's voice broke through her excitement, "Calm down. You're all over the place." Though, her sister abolishes her, Anne could hint a little humor in her tone.
"Sorry, Nora," She apologizes, "I can't help it. I am just so excited." She tells her sister, smiling ear to ear. "I wonder if I will get to meet Prince Arthur," she thought out loud.
"I presume so." Nora responds, before the person they are talking to happens to be standing right in front of them. Though, clearly he is distracted as he seems to be staring in one direction.
"Ah ummm..." Anne hears her sister call the Prince's attention before she continues, "Prince Arthur, it is lovely to see you again." She greets him warmly, before curtsying and pointing her hand towards her young sister. "Would you allow me to introduce my sister, Lady Anne." And on cue, Anne does a low curtsy and greets the Prince.
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