Today marked an important day. Alymere and Lunete were formally engaged. It had been known for some time that she would be his wife. Urien wished to keep the alliance internal, not wanting to risk an outside princess to marry the future king of Airgíalla. So, it made sense. Besides, her father was a dear friend of the king. Galahad on the other hand . . . just had an excuse to torment her further. For, she was basically stuck with him as a brother through marriage. He didn't know what it was, but his mind wasn't quite able to adjust to the idea.
It was not as if having a sister was an unfamiliar feeling. He had Mirela after all. But something about Lunete specifically being his sister. He couldn't quite understand it, but it didn't make him miss a beat when it came to teasing her. With a goblet of wine in his hand he made his way to the future bride. "I came to reassure your troubled mind," he began to tell her. "I know you are fearful of my fate and potential injury in the upcoming joust." The engagement celebrations were in the form of many events. A joust included. "But do not be afraid." Acting as if she was terrified this whole time. "Do not continue to lose sleep over my well being." His smirk touching his eyes as he took a sip of his wine.
Post by Lunete de Eden on Feb 5, 2019 22:15:18 GMT -5
Lunete couldn't quite adjust to this. She had known she would be his wife since . . . . forever. Yet it had always seemed this thing she would do 'one day'. Not tomorrow, or next year, or even in the next few years. It had always been this promise without end. Yet now, she was here engaged to the future king and she sat beside him with a bright smile on her face, but she didn't feel compleatly happy. Oh, she was happy! She was going to be queen! Yet she had always wanted something . . . more. More then being some king's wife. She always had a bit of a wild heart.
She leaned her head toward her soon to be sister and whispered something, making the girl giggle! Lunete was glad to have a sister! She had always wanted one and she adored Mirela! Hearing someone walk up toward her other side, she turned to look. Galahad. Mirela's brother. She supposed he would be her's as well, but he didn't looks brotherly. It was hard to see him in any other light then . . . Galahad. Sometimes she didn't even want to try to make him a brother, but she didn't question why.
Pinching her lips to keep from laughing up at him, Lunete rolled her eyes slowly, before tilting her head and letting him finish. Oh the arrogance! She only JUST managed not to laugh at him, and instead lifted her wine to her lips and drank before leaning slightly closer, looking up into his face and saying, "I hope someone mistakes your head for your arse, and knocks you on your back!" Her voice was low, as she then let herself laugh as if she was the funny one!
It was Galahad's turn to roll his eyes when she commented on someone mistaking his head for his arse . . . further stating that she hoped he got knocked onto his back. That wouldn't happen, but her mere suggestion of it and teasing response was what had elicited the eye roll. "Now now," he said in a very 'tsk tsk' tone.
"I do not believe that is how a future queen should be talking. How incredibly . . . unladylike." He enjoyed the taunt. To state her rank, and what her position would be made everything more . . . real and he wasn't sure why that was so important. But the reminder was needed. Not just for her in this playful way, but for him too. For . . . whatever bloody reason. "Perhaps you should take lessons. How to talk and act like royalty. Clearly, you are lacking," he stated as he took another sip of his drink with a pleased gaze.
Post by Lunete de Eden on Feb 7, 2019 16:36:47 GMT -5
Lunete would never have used suh language before her father--but he wasn't her father. Nor her brother nor her guard. He was . . . her friend, maybe. Maybe. She wasn't sure what she would really call him if pressed because she couldn't quite place him in any one single role. He reminded her that she was royalty, and for many it was just something they did. She didn't like the reminder from him. It didn't feel as easy. She could never explain why. Most the time she didn't even try too.
"Like royalty? I should behave like royalty, yes!" She said as if thinking and that she was willing. She squared her shoulders and looked around the room. "Let me ease your troubled mind," She began, using this own words back toward him. I know you are fearful of my fate, and positional dance partners at tomorrow dance; but fear not. I like it when the knights are bold." She liked that it made her feel special, and more beautiful then all the others. She liked it when the knights or lords danced with her, and made displays of (pretend) affection since they thought she would be queen. She knew they weren't real, but apart of her wanted them to be. She wanted someone who didn't hold back. The crown prince believed in being in control at all times, and she wanted someone who's passions matched her own.
My name is Catherine by the way; Call me Kate. *Smiles* You're lucky to have your mother, I ... wish I had at least someone I can talk to, You know? At least i have Arthur. *sits by the window and looks out*
How are you ? Forgive me, I'm Princess Emily Dawson of Anglia, I'm here to a visit with Arthur! *Smiles light Curtsy *
Feb 24, 2019 21:03:14 GMT -5
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