A Lack of Charm;; Gwyneth Mar 28, 2013 16:21:47 GMT -5
Post by Aryenne Dracose on Mar 28, 2013 16:21:47 GMT -5
Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd?
She found herself growing quite tired of these parties in Camelot, they never seemed to lead to anything of importance. Now it was for a knight, a Sir Lancelot? She could not be quite certain nor did Aryenne care. She had never even heard of the man nor his family, and she could not help but to have the oddest suspicion that the man was lying. A fun little game would be to out him, just like that, but Aryenne found herself a little certain that her parents would be none to please, and while she never cared much for being on the good side of her parents, even she was not stupid enough to test them in this situation, "Why are we here again?" she inquired of her direwolf, who stood loyally by her side. Larka did nothing but yawn, even she was bored and only an animal. The notion made the teenager heave a loud sigh as she glanced about.
Surely, there is somebody of interest to talk to. But that couldn't be the case, for Aryenne realized that she just about hated everyone in the room. She had never been a fan of the Pendragons, especially Arthur Pendragon. Some might think her mad for hating the Prince, but after so many forced playdates when they were little, it was hard not to. Plus, he was in line for the throne when she very well thought that it was her family that should be there ruling over Camelot. Her ancestors must have been daft when they allowed the Pendragon line to take hold of the throne. There was just simply no other way to look at it, and how they robbed their lineage of a proper baring. Instead, they just had a large estate. Aryenne did see much use in trying to talk to Morgana either since, well, with her connections to the family, why would she want to talk to her?
"Come Larka, let us survey the room," she said now as she started to walk, the white direwolf moving after her. People moved around them, giving her and her beast room. Aryenne did nothing but smirk, their reputation of being dangerously unreadable has finally caught on. Although, with a few screaming tendencies at tournaments and parties, it would be a shock to say that a person did not know her. If nothing more than hear the rumors from the Dracose Estate itself with the games that she liked to play on their own servants. Dangerous games which involved being hunted down by Larka, such as a game of cat and mouse, or more so just predator and prey. Her eyes fell on the crowd like a hawk, looking for someone who she had yet to make the acquaintance of.
The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
NOTES: |Ughs, it's a little rough. All my start posts usually are but once the ball gets rolling, I'll be good! oh, and setting is season one during lancelot's paarty.|
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TAGS: |Lady Gwyneth Seymour|