Nicolae kind of figured that he'd say that. “Well, we didn't become friends that quickly. It took a couple of days,” he explained bluntly. He knew that he had better not give the prince the wrong idea about his intentions toward Sasha — not that he had any — or more than his sides would be hurt. He could tell they shared something deep. The prince gave a long explanation about how it was a high honor to be the servant of noble here in Camelot.
He completely understood that, and was very grateful that he had become Sasha's servant. “I know that,” Nic said quietly. Whatever he said when he was nervous made him sound shifty anyway, so it really wasn't worth trying to sound any different. He couldn't help it. Even when he was not planning anything close to inappropriate for the Lady Sasha. “I see it as a great honor to be a servant in this household, Sire. There is no reason that anyone should not trust me, just because my mistress is... well... a girl.”
So the man wanted Nicolae to give him a reason to fight him? Well, he'd give him a reason to fight... a damn good reason. “May I remind you, sir, that you challenged us first by meddling with us,” he growled aggressively, and then his voice stronger and louder on the next sentence. “But I will give you a damn good reason to fight me!” Then, he rushed forward, attempting to bring his sharp sword down on the stranger's shoulder.
If it was successful, he'd leap backward out of range just like Arthur had taught his knights. He'd watched him train for more than a year, so he'd had enough time to practice it alone. He wanted so badly to inflict a wound on this man, to protect Sasha. Nicolae hoped he was strong enough, and skilled enough for this type of thing. Vaughn seemed to know a lot about sword fighting, but of course you could never tell by appearance, right? Chances were, though, the stranger was far from an amateur swordsman.
In less than a second, it seemed Nicolae was off his horse and about 7 feet from the man. That was the last he'd watch of the cruel stranger posing as a threat for his younger sister. He would not take it anymore. He wasn't exactly who this man suspected him to be; he was a former criminal himself. Working as a bandit. He'd once even kidnapped the Princess of Mercia! Not to mention the magic. So perhaps... the agility and reflexes he'd gotten used to back then would help him during the fight yet to come?
He held out his sword immediately, pointing it's tip straight at the stranger. “Nicolae, be careful, please,” he heard Sasha warn him with a concerned yet very firm voice. Clearly she didn't want him to get hurt just as much as he didn't want her to be hurt. That did not surprise him, they were very close. They'd been through so much together; to finding out who was the real murderer of Sasha's father, to Morgana's betrayal and that one horrible week... Nicolae would make sure this day would just be another terrible memory, for both him and his sister.
“Well?” Nicolae pressured the man impatiently. “Are you ready to fight me or not?”
What? Had he heard him right? That the stranger might steal his sister along with the horses? Nicolae would not allow that to happen. He wouldn't act like a coward while he rode away with Sasha and their horses. Though he did not believe Sasha would allow him to take her, men – particularly the stranger – were usually stronger in the muscles than women. And Sasha didn't practice magic that well. It was vital that Nicolae was there with her today, and on this traveling spree.
It was time he said something to the man. Despite the evident dangers of speaking against him. He had to do what he could, though. “I'm sorry, sir, but I will not allow you to take her,” he told him quickly, fearing that the stranger might turn on him at any moment while he spoke. “You see, we are very protective of each other. I would not want to have to fight you.” Oh, and he still had that sword from a few months ago. It was a very nice sword indeed, sharp and shiny... just waiting for the perfect fight. And he would use it if need be.
This man... the stranger... Nicolae did not like a thing about him. What really got his attention was that the man was staring at Sasha and not him at all. It was obvious he was attracted to her, and there was nothing wrong with the general idea. But it was the way the man looked at her. It was kind of... dark. Something that really made Nicolae irritated. Who did he think he was? He was the one with the weapons, but Nic knew magic. And Sasha knew he did, for she herself possessed magic... even if she was horrible at it.
Who was this man to look at his sister like that? “Excuse me, good sir,” he began, letting a bit of his irritation be known through his voice. “What is your name?”
It was a perfect day. At least in Nic's eyes. It was kind of cloudy, rain coming down very lightly. It was almost unnoticeable, except for when the coldness of the droplets began to soak into his hair. Though refreshing, it was a little annoying thinking that it might storm harshly at any moment and he'd be caught out in the rain. Not that that did not happen every rainstorm. But it was better Lady Sasha Tiberius, his mistress slash secret sister, was with him while out riding in the forest than alone. So he put up with the rain. Actually, on the other hand, it made it somewhat peaceful. Hearing it lightly hit the leaves and the ground. It seemed the deeper they traveled into the forest the harder the more there were puddles on the ground. “Are you enjoying yourself, Sasha?” Nicolae asked his sister with an affectionate smile. “Ever since we left Camelot after Lady Morgana took over, you seem to be... how should I say it... confident and happy.”
“You're right,” Sasha Tiberius grinned. “I am happy. I feel like the whole world has been lifted off my shoulders.”
“You don't miss Prince Arthur?”
Sasha hesitated. “I do, of course. But he's the reason I left... you know I don't want to come between him and Guinevère.”
Hmmm. Difficult question to answer. He didn't know if the prince would approve of his answer, but he couldn't lie either. Especially to the prince. What if he didn't believe him and decided to ask Sasha Tiberius and she told the truth? Then he'd be clarified as a liar, and who knew... For lying to the prince, he may be prosecuted. Eh, he'd just tell the truth. At least Sasha trusted him. "We quickly became friends the day I arrived at Camelot. Just before the dragon attacked, she decided to make me her servant, to see how well I'd do," he quickly explained. "My lord," he added kind of awkwardly. Nicolae was heading out tonight, possibly to do a little night hunting with a dusty crossbow he'd found in town. Or perhaps just go off and spend a secret night under the stars of Camelot? Both sounded quite intriguing. And completely his taste.
He knew what the prince was thinking, he could read his face. Not many would be capable of doing such a thing, read someone's face and figure out basically what they might be thinking. It looked like he was suspecting something, or perhaps it also looked like Arthur was wondering... Well, he didn't know really. But it held suspicion. He did not blame the prince; it was not long ago that he'd been a bandit slave to Hougen, he must still have that virtual criminal aura. Nic just didn't realize how strong it still was on him. If the Prince only knew what he'd done, for example kidnapping the princess of Mercia. Shame though, he'd never wanted to do it. He'd been forced by the threat of death at the hands of Hougen to do it.
"Yes, Sire," Nicolae nodded abruptly. "He gave me something to numb the pain." And had told him not to irritate that part of his body. Thankfully, it was just a small patch, taking up his side; specifically the skin around his rib cage. To hear the Prince say that Sasha was very dear to him, which did not come to a surprise at all to him, was good. Though Arthur hadn't said anything specific, it was more than enough to tell Nic that there was something -- if only just a strong bond -- between them. And being a servant, he wouldn't make any "moves". Not that it had even entered his mind! Because it hadn't. That would be too. . . weird.
But enough of that. Nicolae heard Arthur go on to basically thank him for his actions. "It was no trouble," he said, very unfortunately regaining the nervousness in his voice. "I was only looking out for her."
[ I miss roleplaying as Nic! <3 He's so shifty, but at the same time he nothing to hide! Excepting the fact that he's a sorceror! x3 ]
He had gotten the Prince's attention. Great, now he just needed to explain what was going on quickly. "I shouldn't be here, Sire," he started, not quite knowing what to say. "But it's Sasha." That's all he could say for now. He didn not want to speak of what had happened with the High Priestess Nimueh and Sasha's father out here in the open. But he would mention Sasha's intentions. He could understand how she must feel, wanting to avenge her father's death. He would like to avenge his own father's death, but his determination wasn't that strong when it came to that. Poor girl, though. . . he was her brother, and felt bad that he couldn't do anything to ease the pain she was feeling. "She's found out the truth, involving her father's death," he said in a quieter tone so that only Arthur could hear. His expression grew from worried to deeply concerned. "She won't listen to me, and I think, from what I've seen, that you're the only person she'll even consider listening to right now." Okay, maybe he wasn't going to state her intentions. . . but he was hinting at it, hoping Arthur would guess correctly that Sasha wanted deeply to slice Delilah to little bite-size pieces for this.
But then, he saw two guards dragging a woman by the shoulders in direction that the dungeon would eventually be located. Sasha! He said nothing, for it was too late for Arthur to do anything now. Or so he thought. But what could he do? Either Delilah or Uther had given this order, and who could disobey them? In the end, the King had the final say. . . but Nicolae knew that Uther would agree to send "the witch" to the dungeon in an instant. Nicolae made eye contact with her for one moment but she looked away almost instantly, possibly embarrassed to be dragged away by guards in front of the Prince. So what now? They were to just let her be sentenced to death by Uther, who wasn't in his right mind even without the love spell? No. It was his place to protect his sister, and he would try even if it meant getting rrested himself. He took a few steps toward the guards who were restraining the Lady Sasha, clueless of what to do. But something had to be done about this! Anything!
Nicolae had seen his half-sister's father for the first time in his life, and also for the last time as it was only a spirit. Peter, or in Rome known as Petronius, seemed like a good man. He couldn't say better than his own father for he had never met him, nor had he spent much time with his mother either. He felt so horrible when Sasha's father had revealed that Delilah -also Nicolae's mother- had been his murderer. He knew that Sasha blamed herself for his death, and he knew the reason why. Because that was all she had ever heard, and she could not remember past the age of 13 to prove her mother wrong. Poor girl. Imagine thinking you're responsible for one of your parent's deathes? He was not surprised when Peter said that Delilah was responsible, either. He had been suspicious about that woman since he laid eyes on her.
But now, Sasha and Nicolae were back in Camelot. He had a pretty good idea of where Sasha was storming off to, with her hand on the sword that he had given to her for better protection. As any caring brother would do, he followed her into the castle and ignored the cold glares everyone gave him. He had been banished for stealing a bracelet or something from Queen Delilah, but he had not stolen it at all. He was hurt by the accusations his mother had made. It was like she didn't even care about him. In which she probably did not. While following Sasha he spotted Prince Arthur in the halls. "Arthur!" He called over to him, forgetting to refer to him as 'My Lord' or 'Sire' for the time being. It seemed as if it did not matter at the moment, really. . . He needed to hurry and tell Arthur what was happening.
"Just a few a simple burns," Nicolae explained, not wanting to go into detail about himself. He had sustained wounds such as srapes from skidding slightly on the ground and a few minor burns on his right side that he was thankfully able to cover up under his shirt. "Nothing really." He felt bad that Sasha had had to suffr greater wounds than him, in the sense of potential difficulties. His burns would not become infected, as they were far too minor and with Gaius' treatments infection would be slim to nothing. However, who knew with Sasha's wound? Even with Gaius' treatments, infection was more likely than his own wounds.
Nic was not going to say anything more about his wounds, or Sasha's. "I'm just glad Sasha's still alive," he said with a tone of relief in his voice. He looked at the Prince intently, his amber eyes glowing bright as he thought of something he could definately blurt out. With a smile, he whispered a bit loudly, "After all, she speaks very fondly of you." With this, he was lightly indicating that perhaps the Lady Sasha had intimate feelings for the prince. That perhaps they had an affetionate relationship.
All of a sudden he realized who this man was, after hearing the familiarity of his voice. Nicolae wasn't that good at remembering faces, but tended to never forget a voice. It was his old friend Gwaine, from Caerleon. Old as in they had been friends in their childhoods, and basically had not seen each other since that time. That had been, what? About seven. . . six. . . five years ago, maybe? Nicolae had intended a stronger expression, but all that came out was a faint smile when he heard Gwaine recognize him. The expression was generally used as a nod would be, as if to say that his old friend had guessed correctly.
"I've generally become a traveler," he explained. Nicolae knew this would be an interesting conversation for him, and perhaps them both. After Gwaine had left Caerleon he had never expected to meet up with him again, for during his own travels he had realized just how large the world was. . . and he had only been to Gwent, Cenred, and Mercia. He knew there was much more beyond those three kingdoms. And that the chances of meeting Gwaine in those travels were slim, so this was a nice coincidence for him. Nic would see the rest after his future visit to the great Kingdom of Camelot. "I found it hard to stay in one place for a long time," Nicolae added and then asked meekly for a drink from the barmaid. That was odd for him, he seldom ever drank. But he guessed that whenever he had conversations he felt the urge to do so.
It was then that he became curious about what had happened to his old friend after he had left Caerleon all those years ago. "So how have you been since Caerleon?" He asked curiously, quickly returning the friendly gesture that Gwaine had given him.
It seemed that the wind had drawn him in the direction of King Uther's kingdom of Camelot. The traveler had heard many stories of it from his adoptive grandmother when he was a child. Sadly, those stories weren't exactly comforting. . . what with the constant purging of sorcery. Nicolae himself was a sorcerer, and he would stop practicing magic prior to arriving at Camelot. On his way out of Cenred's kingdom, Nic heard a celebration going on inside one of the village taverns. Out of curiosity, he entered the tavern. It wasn't normal for him to go into taverns, for he didn't exactly like drinking that much. There was of course that rare exception, and perhaps tonight he would make that exception?
Nicolae found out that the son of the tavern owner had just married their barmaid. He did not ask for a drink right away though, as it wasn't really his nature to drink at all. Instead, he just picked a random table and sat there, just generally watching. As that was what he did best, aside from practicing magic. What did surprise him was that he spotted a man that looked similar to someone that he had known in the past. He just couldn't exactly place the name. This man was not far from him, in fact he was only about two feet away at the maximum.
He still could not place the name. Nicolae could see him closely from the side, but no identity came to him. It was very unlike him to start a conversation, what with him being more quiet than most men. But if this man was someone he had known in the past, then he would certainly like to know about it. He had many childhood friends, so perhaps this man was one of them? Some of them even knew that he practiced sorcery, but those were only the few he trusted. . . that majority consisted of one person, perhaps two?
"Open bar all night," the traveler Nicolae said friendlily to the strange but somewhat familiar looking man, glancing over at him for a few moments. "It's not a wonder these people are happy." Of course they would be happy about the newly weds also. But open bar all night sounded exciting, too. . . even if it didn't always interest him.
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