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With news that practically a whole village had been slain by creatures who appeared to freeze their victims to death, Camelot's guard was up. Tonight there would be patrols around in case of attack, and unfortuantly for Lucan, he had volunteered to patrol the town. Yvain had immediatly made it clear that he would not be joining him, choosing to guard the castle that evening - trust his friend to choose a place to patrol where there was practically more shelter. Now Lucan was heading down to the armory to find a few weapons that he could take to defend himself to some extent. If he had to go it alone then he would.

Heading into the armory he began to hunt around for a few weapons, whilst putting some back from that morning's training practice. Would a cross bow kill something that could freeze someone to death? Lucan had no idea, not actually having seen one of these creatures in action and not wanting to.

He ran a hand through his hair, picking up a fallen lance pole and spying a few maces. Mace the creature to death really didn't sound like it would work either. "A sword it will have to be" he rolled his eyes and pulled out his sword form his belt to study it. It was sure sharp enough, but wouldn't really go up against a Dorcha? had Gauis called it? All Luc knew was the extent of the damage that had already been done.

Camila looked concerned for him, mostly at the fact that he hadn't been in bed. "I had to sort out some unresolved issues reguarding the estate, darn things have been keeping me awake at night." He told her. There had been no question that he'd been losing too many a night of sleep over his father's affairs, and it was only now that he could finally have a clear head about the whole thing

He knew that she wasn't going to like the idea of him training a day after their wedding, which was why he'd already written a message and was about to send it. The idea hadn't appealed to him, but he was waiting for Camila's reaction before even doing anything.

"Alright" he smiled, "I'll send a message and then we can do whatever you want today. How does that sound?" In all honesty, he wanted nothing more than to spend the day with his wife. "Now will you let me kiss you?" he put on his best puppy dog pout and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I do love you y'know Camila - I hope you know that."

There was no way that he needed this more than she did. "Ah but i've been sitting behind a desk, you've been moving boxes and whatnot - so I think you win for most deserving. "He gave a small chuckle and sat down with his own plate. He'd only taken a 15 minute lunch break due to beating yet another deadline to be done for after the weekend, and there was no way he was working over the weekend just to meet it, when he already spent many hours on his laptop (sometimes even working into the early hours of the morning) just to meet them.

Icebreakers, oh no - he hoped this wasn't anything too embarassing that he would have to admit to. Then again if Cait asked any questions like that, he could fire some back at her later. "Ok" he smirked, "you're on". He took another sip of wine for courage, and waited for Caitrin's first question. “Do you have a significant other?” Ok, so why hadn't he even considered that this would be her first question? He would be sure to ask her same in a few moments.
Lucan cleared his throat and shook his head, "Nope, still on the market." he said, even holding up his hand so she would find no ring on his finger. "Much to the annoyance of my father" he added, "and you?"

Time to get to know one another better, otherwise the fridge method would certainly be used.

"Of course!" He called back when Cait annouced what she wanted, and now felt a little embarassed at the fact he was stood there in just a towel. Quickly turning away he headed to his room before it either fell down or before she could comment about it. It was bad enough he had a hard time talking to a girl without having to flat share with one. Mind you, Cait was quite easy to talk to so he didn't mind that. One thing was that he needed to get out more.

He opened the bottle of wine from the fridge and smirked, “Of course I drink, what do you take me for?” Grabbing two wine glasses from the cupboard he filled them both and passed one to Cait, "You'd be surprised at how many people I know that don't actually drink - so I thought I'd just check with you." he told her and took a sip. "It's fine, I'll order it, and they're usually quick anyway. What do you want?" he asked.

Luc picked up his phone, once again finding a missed call from Elaine, and tapping in the number. "Feel free to change the rubbish music or even browse for a film or something" he said, "Unfortuantly im a bit of a child when it comes to movies, so most of the ones I have a quite embarassing, but there's a few in there that aren't."

Managing to save himself just in time from embarassment he nodded when Cait's head popped out of her room. "Just about" he smirked, "Did you manage to get everything here alright?" She must have followed him into the kitchen because now she was asking if he'd had a good day. "As good as it can get for me" he smirked and drunk the rest of the juice he'd poured into a glass.

Takeaway sounded good, at least there was minimal washing up. "You can choose whatever you want - after all it's your first night here." He rummaged through the kitchen drawer for the takeaway leaflets that he and Gwaine used to go through after very drunken friday nights usually ended up with neither of them cooking the next day.
"Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay" he said sorting through them, "We've got chinese, indian, Dominoes Pizza, Sleek and Shine windows - no I don't think that's right..." he chucked that leaflet to the side, "or there's always the local chip shop."

Luc looked across to Caitrin. "Take your pick, im just going to take a quick shower and then we can order if that's alright?

Griff was now on his way over looking quite pleased with himself. Obviously his father had been kind enough to let his youngest have five minutes away from boring books and theories. "Father says I'm to have a go at sword practice." Griff now stated. Luc had no idea whether his little brother had even picked up a sword before, but smiled all the same, pulling the sword from the ground and passing it to Griff.
"Father managed to save your mind from going crazy over naming every single King of Glouchedon then" he chuckled and stepped back, leaning back against a the trunk of a nearby tree to watch his brother. "Personally those lessons weren't my favourite either."

Lucan used to list of every King as quickly as Cadby could count them, just in order for them to move onto something more interesting. Griff looked relieved just to have five minutes away from Thomas, so obviously the lesson had been a total bore. Then again Griff found most of his tutoring boring, Lucan knew that much. He'd heard his father discussing about it with Elaine.

"Come on then, show us what you've got" he smiled and waited for his brother to take a swipe at the dummy.

Lucan's eye caught his brother and his tutor Thomas coming outside. Obviously his brother's notorious escape plan from one of his lessons hadn't worked again. Lucan knew about these - whenever Griff got bored he would wait until Thomas wasn't looking (or make so excuse) and then sneak out to find somewhere to hide. Sometimes Luc would see a pair of eyes peeping out from behind a curtain but chose to turn a blind eye. If Griff didn't want to learn then that was his problem.
Lucan hadn't enjoyed tutoring himself, but had chose to grin and bear it for the sake of his sanity. Plus it meant he could stay as far away from his stepmother as possible. Lucan had been taught by a man called Cadby, who had practically shoved every book he could muster under his pupil's nose. Lucan had groaned and even considered 'losing' them, but knew that it wasn't going to last forever. He hadn't exactly been sad when Cadby had left and felt like he could finally have some freedom.

He continued to hack at the Elaine dummy, knowing full well that he wasn't going to get anywhere just standing around daydreaming all day. You couldn't daydream in battle, there was no time to stand and wonder. You had to think about tactics, the consequences, the skill. You had to be quick and agile on your feet, otherwise it was bye bye knighthood. Ignoring Thomas and Griff, he continued to practice - he would have to move onto archery soon before going to find his father.
Corneous liked his son to visit him every afternoon to test his abilities as heir to the estate - this got on Lucan's nerves somewhat, as though his father didn't believe he was capable of such a thing, but it was all for the best. Lucan wondered if Corneous was doing the exact same thing with Griff, after all if Lucan were to suddenly die now the estate would pass to him.

Lucan finally stuck his sword into the ground and gave himself a breather, now seeing that not only were his brother and tutor outside, but his father. "A fine skill my boy" he laughed clapping Luc on the back, "seems my teaching has paid off - every man needs to learn how to fight and die with at least some honour." Lucan smiled slightly, "I will see you this afternoon - don't be late." Corneous told him and headed back into the house, stopping to speak to Thomas and Griff along the way.

"Griff, why not have a go at sword practice with Lucan? Im sure you can allow him five minutes Thomas?"

Lucan Aubert had risen extra early - not only to avoid everyone, but to actually prove to himself that he could work just as hard to achieve what he wanted. His Father Corenous had brought him up to be loyal, chivelrous and respectful, and that to die in battle was an honour. His father had many expectations of him, and being a Knight was one of them. Obviously Corneous didn't believe that his son would take this seriously. No - it was his duty to inherit the family estate, so as well as teaching him to fight (from a very young age and much to the annoyance of his first wife Amice) he began to mould all the qualities and knowledge that a future Duke would require. Lucan understood, he asked no questions but found he would rather spend most of his days learning different attacks with a sword rather than going over letters of importance.

Of course with his mother no longer there, and with only his stepmother Elaine (who chose to act as though he did not exist - unless it was of great importance) to 'fill' that role he had no other guidance and kept himself to himself. Lucan was all for privacy, and Elaine would only moan to his father that he was hacking at a tree again, rather than acting as a future Duke should. She could moan all she liked - he didn't care, Elaine would rather Griff - his brother - take over the family estate, which didn't seem that bad of an idea, unless his little brother stopped being such a brat and found that not everything in life would come at the snap of a finger.

Lucan didn't hate his brother. That was a strong word for a child that he didn't spend much time with. It was as though they led seperate lives, with Griff being tutored day in and out and Lucan being moulded into someone who he could not live up to. It would be nice for once to actually hold a conversation with Griff for more than a minute. Then again he was only nine years old and would much rather be off doing better things than talking to his older brother.

This morning, Lucan was choosing to hack at a self made dummy - if he was going to be a knight he needed all the practice he could get. He swung at it a few times, jabbing it lightly - then he would begin to wear himself out by going for an even harder stratergy. It would be easier to have someone to practice with, but a dummy would have to do for now. He would just pretend it was Elaine and have done with it, that alone made him swing at the dummy even harder. She was a hard woman to love after all.

The servant led them through to the room where Caitrin and Griff were, Elaine barging past first so as to make sure Griff would see her. Lucan just shook his head at this. Trust her to want to scare the twins before they'd even been introduced.

As soon as Lucan entered the room he literally just shrugged at Caitrin and Griff. "She made me bring her here, I couldn't stop her." He said with Elaine looking over her shoulder and shooting daggers at him. "I wanted to see my son and his family, surely that's not so much to ask? And since your father was unable to come I thought I would come on his behalf." Great. Already Corneous was being dragged into it. "I must say though Griff, I would've thought that Lucan would have taken you in instead of residing here." she looked around distastefully. "But then again I suppose you are both like each other in many ways."

"You're pushing it Elaine" Lucan warned, edging past her to stand beside Griff and Cait, and to protect his neice and nephew from the clutches of their villain of a grandmother - not that they knew, but she was already painting a picture of herself as just that right now. "Perhaps if you stopped insulting Griff and his family before you've even met them, he'll introduce you?" He didn't like this already.

Elaine shook her head with displeasure. "You said that my son had amounted to something, as did Allard. I come here to see if this is true and what do I find? He's living out of someone elses pocket and has produced children with some...some..." Her anger was now showing, and so was Lucan's.

"Don't even say it" He gave her a cold stare and picked Up Esmae, who was already making an escape for the door. She had the right idea, Luc wanted nothing more than to get out of here right now - and Elaine hadn't even met Caitrin properly yet! Holding his niece closely he looked at his stepmother. "Now if you have nothing more to say or to insult, then perhaps Griff will introduce you to his wife and children."

Defeated, Elaine backed down. Lucan gave Griff a small nod of encouragement and a wary look to Cait, so as she knew what was to come.