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Post by lucan on Sept 11, 2011 7:39:18 GMT -5
If his father could have seen him now, he would’ve not only applauded him for finding a woman but would have arranged the whole marriage etc. it made Lucan shudder in his mind just thinking about it. His father said that the younger and prettier they were, then the more likely it would be to have as many heirs as he liked; and Corneous Aubert was all for heirs. Lucan had no idea how old Camila was – for all he knew she could be just sixteen, but he suspected she was older than that. His father would’ve said that at his age (which really wasn’t that old – well 27 could hardly be classed as that in Lucan’s mind, whereas Corneous thought differently when it came to finding a wife) he should be married with at least three children by now. To Lucan, that didn’t exactly matter, as his duty had been his companion since he was younger. All that mattered to him was that eventually he’d find someone who’d like him for all the right reasons.
Camila was toying with him even more, trying to see how far she could get before he cracked. Lucan liked her ways and she certainly knew how to use them to her advantage. He laughed at his request being denied – Lady Camila knew exactly what she wanted by the sound of it. Her hand was cupped around his and prevented the touch of her cheek, yet Lucan could still feel her even through flesh and bone. It was like she was somehow a part of him.
“Well then…” he smiled and gently freed his hand from her grasp, instead bringing a kiss to the back of her own, “I think you know the answer my lady” his eyes flickered up to her.
Lucan finally released her hand and smiled to himself, “I should warn you though, I come with baggage” – his grin broadened slightly. Courting a Knight might have sounded appealing to a woman, but there were times when things could hit rock bottom. Lucan didn’t want that to happen – and he was prepared to play by the book and do everything right to make it work. “Are you sure im not too ‘over the hill’ for you?” he asked, the grin still there.
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Post by lucan on Sept 3, 2011 7:39:32 GMT -5
Maria Howard. Lucan had to shudder at the name. Griff was right; it certainly wasn’t a girl like her. “I do remember she was just as sour as her attitude” Lucan recalled, “and I really have no idea why father thought that it would be a fantastic match – if the whole thing had gone through – lord help me – then I reckon that we would have both just made each other as miserable as the other.”
Unfortunately his brother was right. Lucan sat back and crossed his arms, “Im basically married to my job – that’s enough for me” he smiled to himself.
“You won’t be a failure” Lucan replied a little more softly this time, “you succeeded in hunting me down – and I suppose that was hard work in itself”. He was sure that Griff really didn’t want to commit to working or earning it for himself – he could see it in his brothers eyes. Never the less, Luc wasn’t about to give up on Griff.
As Luc got up he rolled his eyes. Griff wasn’t going to change for anything or anyone; instead he chuckled at his brother’s words. “Oh im pretty sure that you won’t be alone – have you seen the look that barmaid is giving you?” he raised an eyebrow, “You could never be alone Griff – it’s not in your nature.”
With that, Lucan turned and headed for the door. He wasn’t going to stick around and wait for some sardonic comeback. Griff was quite capable of taking care of himself…until the money that Luc had given him was gone of course.
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Post by lucan on Sept 3, 2011 6:45:50 GMT -5
She thought that she was so far above him. Physically she may well have been as he was on the floor and she was now standing over him, but she didn’t know just how low she was. Lucan’s lip curled in disgust – Morgana wouldn’t get away with this, and if it meant taking drastic measures himself then so be it. He never wished death on anyone, especially a woman – but she was no woman. She was a tyrant and a blood thirsty vixen.
“What a shame – just when I thought we were opening up to one another” he smiled falsely as the guards hauled him up on her orders. More time in the dungeons to contemplate and wait. The waiting wasn’t hell, but the thought of it was. “Although to be honest, I didn’t think the conversation would be very interesting on your part”.
He was dragged away to the doors, Morgana flouncing back to her throne – clearly thinking that she had the upper hand in this.
"Oh and when you have returned him guards, please bring me Lady Camila Faintree. It is time I spoke with her as well."
WHAT!
No. That wasn’t possible. He wouldn’t allow this. For Morgana to infest Camila’s mind with her devious games, just as she was trying to do so with everyone else. “No!” he called back angered, “DON’T YOU DARE!”
He struggled against the guards, ready to take Morgana on once and for all. There was no way in hell that he’d let Morgana in so much of a 100-mile radius of Camila. And when it came down to it – Morgana really didn’t know whom she was dealing with here. Clearly she knew that Lucan carried a torch for Cam – it wasn’t even a torch, more like a beacon, and if anything were to happen to her then he would never forgive himself. Especially if Morgana was the one to allow it.
“If you so much as touch her then I swear that I will kill you!” he yelled. Blimey! How strong were these guards anyway? It was as though they were made of stone, except they could never crumble, although Morgana seemed to think that the person she was standing in front of could. “Leave Cam out of this! She has nothing to do with you!”.
Lucan knew that the struggle would be in vain, but he wasn’t prepared to give up on Camelot and the person that he cared about the most. Camila.
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Post by lucan on Aug 28, 2011 10:15:16 GMT -5
Lucan was silent for a while, as was Camila – who appeared to be contemplating on what he’d said.
All he wanted was to get to know her – ok maybe that was a life sentence in itself and he’d given her an ultimatum. He found themselves a bench and sat down, watching the floor as Camila was still in her train of thought. There was nothing more that Lucan could actually say that would make anything less awkward than it was now.
He was now finding that his heart seemed to be banging away in his chest – as though some physical blow had left its mark. Although it wasn’t a blow at all – it was the terms and conditions of Lady Camila that were now making him appear to have some kind of nervous breakdown in his mind.
WOAH! Him? Court her? Where the hell had that come from?! Yvain’s earlier words were now ringing fresh in his mind about her wanting victims. She wasn’t like that though. The Camila he’d seen tonight was no man-eater – nor did she toy with men like a cat with a mouse.
Her words just then had sounded very teasing indeed and Lucan wondered whether now she was starting to show her true colours.
His eyes found hers and rested there for a few moments. Could he possibly even consider courting Lady Camila? He hadn’t meant to be too out of character to her and yet here she was giving him the ultimatum now. Lucan didn’t know what to do. He was shy – he would faint or just leave whenever a woman approached. Camila was extraordinary and he really did not know why or what it was that was making him this way. If he was ever going to break the mould with women then perhaps this was the time to do so. After all if he were to let everything slip through his fingers then he’d go back to being the shy knight who would sit and watch from the sidelines, whilst his friends had it easy.
With that he stood up, not taking his eyes from her for a second.
“Well…” he raised his brows, “those are quite some terms, my lady”.
Two could play at this game. He gave her an inquisitive look, “If I court you then I have a few terms of my own…” he started, leaving it for a few moments as to whether she would question that, before finally smiling to himself and looking back at her with the first term of his own.
“May I touch your cheek now?”
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Post by lucan on Aug 15, 2011 14:44:52 GMT -5
Elaine Aubert
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Duchess of Glouchedon
Portrayed by: Kristen Scott Thomas
Elaine is the second wife of Duke Corneous and mother to Griflet. She is stepmother to Lucan.
Elaine married Corneous a year after his first wife passed away. Griflet was born soon after.
Before that, Elaine had treated Lucan as though he were her own son, but when Griff came along the pair drifted apart and she no longer gave him any attention. She was happy when Lucan announced his intentions to venture to Camelot and was more than willing to spur him on.
Elaine knows that she cannot control Griflet like she used to be able to and has grown tired of her son’s ways. She made no intention to defend him when her husband gave Griff the ultimatum of marrying and leaving. In some respects she is disappointed that he turned out the way he is, but still loves his despite all of it.
Elaine allowed Griff to leave so as he had a chance to find himself and to hopefully grow up. She also knew that he would track down Lucan, but did not voice this to her husband.
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Post by lucan on Aug 15, 2011 14:27:43 GMT -5
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Duke of Glouchedon - Father to Lucan and Griflet
Portrayed by: Hugh Bonneville
Corneous is the Duke of Glouchedon and father to Lucan and Griflet. Corneous lost his first wife Amice when Lucan was just four years old, but within a year had met his second wife Elaine.
Corneous taught Lucan about the morals and values of being a Knight and also a future Duke. He and Lucan became closer after Griflet was born and allowed his son to venture to Camelot at eighteen to become a Knight.
He has not seen Lucan for at least eight years and hardly hears from him, but he has not made any attempt to get in touch with him either.
Corneous gave his younger son Griflet an ultimatum, after become fed up of his ways and not acting like the gentleman he was supposed to be. Now with both sons gone he continues to reside in Glouchedon with Elaine, but worries for both Lucan and Griflet’s futures.
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Post by lucan on Aug 15, 2011 13:12:25 GMT -5
On seeing Camila nod, Lucan took her hand and led her through the groups of conversing nobles – out of the hall. At least the walk would give him a chance to apologise for such rash and unacceptable actions in the hall. For goodness sake! What was wrong with him? He shouldn’t be acting in such a manner – he was Lucan Aubert! The shy knight who could go up against a beast but not a woman, and yet here he was doing things such as stroking her cheeks and wanting to kiss her! He started to wonder whether Camila had cured him of his past failures when it came to women.
He felt fine, not wanting to pass out at any given opportunity or run away from her screaming. All Lucan wanted to do was just sit and stare at Camila all evening.
He decided that he would take her for a walk in the gardens, at least then they’d have some sort of privacy where he could explain himself. The evening was quite nice and the only light seemed to be from the moon - a gentle breeze sweeping across Camelot. Lucan liked the peace.
At least she’d agreed to go with him – he wasn’t expecting her to but even he was surprising himself this evening. Leading her down the steps and through into the gardens, Lucan offered her his arm. “My lady” he smiled, feeling his shyness now creeping back up on him.
After a while he finally spoke, “Im sorry about my actions in the hall” he began, “it was out of character for me and certainly isn’t chivalrous of me at all”. He’d chosen to not look at her whilst doing so – it would only encourage him to want to be closer to her again. He had to play it in the way that everyone expected men to behave upon first meeting a woman. “But also…I wanted to get you alone for a while, to get to know you without having to pass out or be saved by Yvain” he chuckled slightly – Yvain had saved him from so many situations over the past few years that Lucan owed him.
“It’s your choice – You can either return to the hall as though nothing happened and would never have to see me again, i promise you that, or…” he paused, “you could walk with me, talk with me – and perhaps even beat me down should I even think about touching your cheek again”. A small smirk formed on his lips. Camila seemed the type to beat a man down should he step out of line.
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Post by lucan on Aug 14, 2011 14:47:44 GMT -5
“I don’t need you to spell it out for me, I’m not some lovestruck little girl.” Now it was her turn to snap. Lucan wasn’t going to take this subject lying down and especially not with some ginger headcase.
“Your previous comment kind of gave me that impression – if you know so much about him, then I gather he’s told you his reasons for leaving home? Do you really want a man who would treat you in exactly the same way?” he asked. “I can look after myself thank you very much.” Came her reply.
Lucan gave an irritated groan, “Well then, I’ll let you discover just who my brother is for yourself – then you can report back to me and perhaps even surprise me, but I think I know exactly what I will hear”.
So she was from Mercia. He’d never had the reason to pass through there but he could recall the time that Bayard and his men had ventured to Camelot, along with the misunderstanding that their visitors intentions were to poison Arthur. What was it about Mercian’s and trying to prove themselves?
“But surely you would not give up your inheritance to stay a Knight?” she appeared to be appalled at the fact that he would choose Knighthood over his inheritance. Lucan just merely shrugged. “In all honesty I would make a pretty bad Duke – I wouldn’t want to leave Camelot, but I know that I wouldn’t have any choice, so no, I wouldn’t give up my inheritance, but I would find it difficult to adjust to a role I know very little about when I should be prepared to take it upon me at any time”. He told her.
He couldn’t imagine Griflet taking over the estate – for a start his brother didn’t want to and had proved that point by leaving home. “And then there would be the whole debacle of marriage” he rolled his eyes. He’d come close to that one before, but had managed to break free when he left for Camelot. It’s not that he had anything against marriage, it just seemed as though whenever a son inherited his first step (or giant leap into a bottomless hole of doom) was to find a wife and produce an heir. Lucan would rather wait until he felt comfortable before making such a decision.
Thoughts of Camila flooded back into his mind again. She wouldn’t marry him if he were to be dragged by the ankles by a horse backwards for her. She most likely wouldn’t like Glouchedon either. He wanted to see her so much and yet here he was arguing with his brother’s newest girlfriend. No matter how much he tried, he still could see Camila always being there as part of him – near or far.
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Post by lucan on Aug 14, 2011 14:07:57 GMT -5
“I wonder that you can make such a judgement about someone after knowing them for such a short period of time; brother or no.” Why the hell was she even defending his brother? She hardly knew him!
“Oh I suppose that you know my brother better than me?” he retorted, “All im doing is giving you a warning, so as you’re aware of just how he acts.” He said this a little angered – who was Caitrin to question him? Who was she to say that he was making judgements when Griff was of his own flesh and blood. “Im not going to say I told you so when he screws things up with whatever relationship you have with him.”
He sighed, “Im sorry – I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, it isn’t my place to”. He didn’t care whether he was or not, Caitrin deserved the warning at the least.
“I have never been to Glouchedon.” She admitted, “I wouldn’t recommend it as a day trip” he smirked. Glouchedon was beautiful, and he was sure that Cait would think that it was, but with all the memories he had of the place it pained him to think of it.
“It must be hard knowing that you will have to go back one day." She said this with some softness to her voice. Lucan could only nod in agreement – silence just tell Cait what he thought.
“It would mean that I would have to give up being a Knight” he explained, “and I couldn’t imagine that – my duty is my life, I live and breathe it and not even an inheritance of Dukedom or higher rank could change that”.
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Post by lucan on Aug 14, 2011 13:35:41 GMT -5
This wasn’t good, not only did she know Griff but she’d also been with him at the feast the other evening. How on earth had he managed to get in anyway? Had Caitrin invited him? Lucan certainly hadn’t seen his brother there. "What do you mean ‘one of his conquests?” she was now asking. Lucan knew he had to tell her that his brother was a complete womaniser, but in the nicest and less offensive possible way.
“Lets just say that my brother likes to make a woman feel special – then scoot off without warning” he told her truthfully, “ive only been with him for a week or so and already I know his character inside out when I haven’t seen him in years”. He gave a small sigh himself, he didn’t like to admit what his brother was like to a woman who was potentially a suitor in Griff’s eyes, but he knew that he should at least give some kind of warning.
“Where about are you from?” she asked. Hadn’t Griff told her? Did she even know what kind of family that he and Griflet had come from? Not just a messed up one but in terms of status, or was Griff not bragging for once? There were so many questions that he wanted to ask that it was making his head spin just thinking about them. “Glouchedon” he told her, “Our father is Duke Corneous”.
“You have lived in Camelot for longer than I have, Lucan. Do you prefer it here?”
Lucan nodded, “I’d only return home if it was really necessary, but I much prefer Camelot. I’ve made my own life here and I’ll continue to do so until the time comes when I’ll have no choice but to return to Glouchedon”. That time being the death of his father, which he hoped wouldn’t be for a very long time.
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Post by lucan on Aug 14, 2011 13:15:57 GMT -5
He couldn’t understand how she’d managed to have that kind of hold over him. It appeared that everyone was surprised by his actions tonight – Yvain the most as he couldn’t stop gawping, then again – neither could anyone else. Did Camila ever dance with any other man that had been before him? He was sure he wasn’t the first.
She looked down at the floor as he pushed the strand of hair back gently – her cheeks reddening a little. Great, he’d embarrassed her. That was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted so much just to push her chin up with his finger so she was looking at him again – no, he couldn’t do that. Once again he’d have to fight another urge and he was sure that Camila wouldn’t appreciate his actions.
He just couldn’t take his eyes from her – not for one moment, as though in a split second she may just fade away in his arms. He continued to keep his eyes on her until she looked back up at him, her own eyes making his heart thump rather loudly. He looked at her lips, imaging what it would be like to just place a small kiss on them. No. He was a Knight of Camelot and had to mentally shake that image from his mind, it wasn’t chivalrous of him at all. Instead he caressed her cheek slightly with his thumb. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it.
“Camila I…” he started but the clapping from the on lookers then interrupted them. Luc then realised that the dance had actually come to an end! He didn’t move away from her for a while, choosing to just keep close to her and to look at her instead, it was hard not to. In the end he decided that it would appear too freaky if he carried on and instead let go of her.
With that he bowed, “Camila” he began again but then paused, unsure as to what he could say or do within a situation such as this. He was falling for her, even he knew that much – his head and heart told him the same, to let her in.
In the end scratched the back of his neck and looked to her again, “Walk with me?” he asked.
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Post by lucan on Aug 14, 2011 9:05:47 GMT -5
"And in truth my Lord, I should restrain my words, and teases, to the man they belong to."
Well then, she was taken! It wasn’t a surprise to him, many of the women of the court were – instead he just smiled. “Well now we know where we both stand”. At least she wouldn’t try and pounce on him. “Hopefully he is worthy of these teases”.
She looked a little shocked in some sorts when he spoke about Griff. He wasn’t expecting the next words to be spoken but then again he was. Lucan groaned, “Oh no – please don’t tell me you’re another one of his conquests, and I mean that in the nicest possible way” he told her, “but in answer to your question, yes, unfortunately he is – my darling younger brother who seems to find trouble wherever he goes”.
He ran a hand down his face, great. Caitrin had already met Griff – this wasn’t exactly good but neither was it bad. “If you don’t mind me asking – I know im probably going to regret it anyway – but how do you know my brother?”
A walk would defiantly do him the world of good now that this revelation had come crashing down on him. Did Caitrin even know what his brother was like? Did Lucan even want to tell her? He’d cross that bridge if he ever came to it, but for now he had to find out more about her, and just how well she knew his brother. "Since about 18 years old - i came here to become a Knight" he explained, "and i've been here ever since, that was about eight years ago i think" he replied thoughtfully.
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Post by lucan on Aug 14, 2011 8:28:47 GMT -5
“Why don’t you surprise me with whatever methods you have to gain my permission?”
His brows rose even further at this. Blimey, she was a real ball breaker. Scratching the back of his neck he let out a small chuckle. “Well im sorry to disappoint you my lady, but I have no methods of such, and even if I did then they are most certainly outdated and belong to another so it seems”.
Ah Camila – he could feel himself aching, he hadn’t seen her in a while as his duties prevented him from doing so, but he could be sure that he would find himself paying her a visit soon. “After all, I do love surprises.”
“So does my brother” he rolled his eyes. Griff liked to surprise women and Lucan with unexpected visits.
“I was last in Camelot for the feast, and dance, the other night. Did you attend it my Lord?” Lucan shook his head, “Unfortunately my duties took me away from the event, so I was only there for a little while” he answered, “it would have been the same thing anyway – sitting and watching and drinking”. That was usually the routine for himself and Yvain.
Then the conversation turned to Griff. Great. Lucan could write a book at just how much he and Griff were so different. “Pretty much” he shrugged, “he seems to think that he can get anything he wants for free and depend on others whilst he lives the high life – at the moment im having to pay to keep him here and then pay for it myself.” he sighed, “I just wish that he would realise that one day he wont be able to depend on me or other people – he needs to grow up”. Griff was like the boy who didn’t want to grow up, so Lucan expected that he would stick around in Camelot for sometime, especially if he liked the women and ale. “Anyway, I have to give him some credit – he managed to track me down all by himself, I guess that counts as something”.
A walk sounded nice, give him time to get to know who Caitrin was and whether she was like her uncle – which she appeared not to be at that moment, then again there was always a point where she could possibly turn. “Of course, were you heading in any particular direction or to somewhere specific?” he asked.
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Post by lucan on Aug 14, 2011 7:47:33 GMT -5
He couldn’t help but grin at her reply, even if he did raise his brows slightly on hearing the nature of it. “Is that so?” he asked, “and how do you suggest that I do that?”
A teasing woman was Caitrin so it appeared. She and Griff would be a match made in heaven if she ever had the chance to meet his Romeo of a brother. Then again she’d most likely cut Griff into a million pieces with just one word.
“I always enjoy my visits to Camelot my Lord.”
“Im pleased to hear it” he told her, “I take it that you come here frequently then?” with her uncle perhaps? He hadn’t yet had the chance to be acquainted with Lord Rouland and wasn’t sure whether he’d want to be. He seemed like the type of man who you wouldn’t want to be caught in an argument with – let alone in an alley on a dark night.
“I hope I am not keeping you from any pressing duties my Lord?”
Lucan smiled, “I wouldn’t call sword practice a duty” he shrugged at this, “not unless it had anything to do with my brother – thankfully he has no idea that I think of him when I aim at the dummy”. He couldn’t help it, Griff wasn’t going to help himself and it made Lucan very angry indeed – especially now as he had to watch out for him as well as himself and the rest of Camelot. “Anyway, my duties begin much later so I have some time to occupy myself”.
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Post by lucan on Aug 14, 2011 7:18:22 GMT -5
“Have you just been standing there watching me?”
Lucan smirked at this statement as the woman spun around and the wind had made her whirl round to make her skirts stop from billowing up. Of course she had a fiery nature, how could he have not realised that? “I’d only do that if I had your permission” he decided to reply back, a smile forming that matched the woman’s own one that she was wearing now.
She bobbed her head to him giving her apologies and introducing herself. Caitrin de Archer? Ah yes, Lord Rouland’s niece. He’d been aware of her uncle’s presence at the castle but not hers. That just went to show as to how preoccupied he’d been within the last week or so.
Lucan smiled at her before he made his introduction. “Im Sir Lucan” he told her, “it’s a pleasure to meet you my lady”. With the usual Lucan manner and charm, he did what was expected and bowed his head to her.
“How are you enjoying your stay in Camelot?” he asked, deciding to strike up some form of conversation, after all – hitting a dummy and pretending it was Griff could wait for some time.
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Post by lucan on Aug 14, 2011 6:59:31 GMT -5
She was almost near to tears, obviously regretting trying to kill him. Lucan wondered whether this Grandfather of hers was a violent man. She appeared to be so scared of him and so apprehensive of Lucan himself that the knight knew he had to put her mind at rest. 'But I shot an arrow near you, you’re a man, why wouldn’t you?’
“Im not a typical man” he smirked, “and even if I wanted to – the code doesn’t permit me to lay a finger on a woman”.
It was true. Lucan would rather shoot himself in the head than hurt a woman. His father had taught him all of the chivalrous values and how not to treat them as just a possession on the arm. Lucan couldn’t imagine doing that anyway, even from a young age.
A look of relief crossed her face when he handed her the arrow. Then she happened to shy away again. He frowned slightly when she asked why he wouldn’t tell. “For one I have no idea who the man is, and two? It isn’t in my nature to want revenge – so you almost killed me with an arrow? So what? It could’ve been a lot worse…and messy” he chuckled, “so stop apologising” he lifted up a part of his cloak for her to wipe her eyes, “dry your eyes, otherwise you’ll make me start bawling like a baby, and believe me that is a sight I wouldn’t wish upon anyone”. He was still grinning and trying to make it a less awkward situation for her.
“Avelyn” he rolled the name on his tongue and nodded in approval, “I’m Lucan” he introduced himself, after all she’d just told him her name. Perhaps now she’d start to calm down a little and trust him.
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Post by lucan on Aug 14, 2011 6:34:10 GMT -5
Lucan had no idea what his brother was up to, but he was sure of his exact intentions now that it looked as though he was staying in Camelot. Luc had spent most of the previous evening tossing and turning, wondering why on earth his brother was as stubborn as a mule and refused to go home. Their father would have him back – Lucan was sure of it even if Griff failed to recognise it.
A little training would help to release the tension that had slowly been building up since Griflet’s arrival. He’d sent a letter to his father – despite Griff’s protests – to let him know of his younger son’s whereabouts and that he was now under his brother’s wing, sort of. A reply – if any – should be only a day or so away, and the first time that Lucan would have heard from his father in years. He didn’t expect a ‘how is life treating you son?’ or a ‘visit anytime’ statement to be present within the letter, and it would certainly surprise him if there was.
He had some time to kill before training so he decided to take the scenic route to the training ground through the castle gardens. He hardly ever had time to come here, but apparently it was peaceful and that was something that Lucan badly needed right now. The fact that he hadn’t see Griff for a few days didn’t even help the situation, it just made him worry more about what his brother was doing. Griff was comfortable for now, but in time he’d have to just grow up and realise that he couldn’t depend on his elder brother all his life.
The harsh sight of red caught his eyes and stood out to him – in fact the woman stood out altogether. With hair matching the same colour as her dress – of course her back was turned to him. Lucan frowned – he hadn’t even seen this woman in Camelot before and he was sure that he would’ve done any other time. Perhaps she had been here for quite some time and him, being so preoccupied with keeping his brother in line, had completely not noticed her arrival at court.
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Post by lucan on Aug 12, 2011 11:11:51 GMT -5
Lucan quick thinking allowed him to duck as the arrow missed him. What the…?! Clearly she was crazy, and she had more arrows on her! His hand left the hilt of his sword and instead he looked at the arrow and then back at her. “You know when I said move it a little to the right…” he smirked, “I didn’t exactly mean it so as you could shoot me in the head!”
Lucan could see the funny side of it, as the woman now looked shocked at what she’d done. Not only had she aimed at a living man but also a Knight of Camelot. Usually in more in depth circumstances, Lucan would have drawn his sword – but this was a woman, and a woman who clearly meant no harm. Instead he pulled the arrow out of the tree and turned it over in his hands.
‘I am so sorry, please forgive me please don’t tell my grandfather’
He frowned at this. “Your grandfather?” he asked, “Why would I tell your grandfather?” Who on earth was her grandfather anyway?! Did they know each other? Did she know him? He didn’t recognise her.
‘Oh no, please he will kill me, I’m so sorry I don’t know why…. Why I did that. He’ll make me stop practicing, he will snap my bow, please it’s my only solace I’ll die… I’m so sorry’.
Lucan stepped forward and passed her the arrow. “Hey, hey – look…no harm done” he smiled as he gestured to her that he was still in one piece. “And whoever this grandfather is of yours, then im certain that I won’t tell if you won’t”.
Even if he knew her grandfather, Lucan wouldn’t go running and telling him that his granddaughter had tried to use him for target practice. “
“What’s your name?” he asked
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Post by lucan on Aug 11, 2011 11:49:54 GMT -5
This was all going very well indeed. Not only had he managed to prevent himself from crushing her toes, he was actually dancing with a woman who was actually willing to dance with him. Oh…and he hadn’t fainted yet!
He could feel a funny light feeling in his stomach, as though it was performing summersaults. Her smile was encouraging and eventually he began to feel himself relaxing a lot more. Lucan flashed her a quick cheeky grin to show that he wasn’t about to fall flat on the floor anytime soon.
"What's a few toes to me? I'm sure I can survive."
He bit back a little bit of laughter. “One of us has to” he chuckled, “and by the way that im going I very much doubt that it will be me”. In all honesty – Lucan felt as though that Camila was killing him slowly – her touch, her look. There was always the option of melting away into a non-existent puddle but thankfully that wouldn’t actually happen.
Lucan raised his hand from the grasp in hers and pushed back a small strand of hair that obscured part of her face. “Much better” he smiled and took her hand again, being gentle as though he might break her.
Her statement made him smile shyly – there was something about Camila that almost made him want to just take her hand, make a run for it and never come back. Thankfully this urge was held back and instead he chose to just keep his mouth shut. The way that she looked him in the eyes made him see something that he’d never done before, made him felt feelings that had never even been present. Camila certainly had a hold over him, and it seemed as though she were slowly taking over his soul as well as his mind.
It was only now that he realised he was holding the tiny noblewoman very close to him, the burning sensation reappearing again, and now it seemed as though it would never leave – not even when she was as far from him as possible.
There was certainly a hold there, he didn’t know if she could feel it but Lucan couldn’t help the feeling of being drawn to Camila, now it felt like in due course he’d be selling his soul to her, but of course he knew that he’d lost that already, so only his heart remained…for now.
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Post by lucan on Aug 7, 2011 5:30:03 GMT -5
It had been a long morning – Lucan had hardly any sleep the previous evening due to circumstances that drained him. Now that the patrol was over he had some time to kill before heading back to the castle and carrying out the rest of his duties for the day. He was starting to feel the point of a headache coming on. Brilliant. Yvain had been enough of a headache on the patrol as it was. Lucan had told him to head back without him.
He rode along through the forest silently. The only sound being that of his horses hooves and the breeze through the trees. Lucan took the opportunity to dismount at that moment, leading his horse over to a grassy piece of ground for him to eat, while his master took the opportunity to clear his head a little. He knew what had caused the lack of rest. Griflet. His brother was a pain and now it had become physical. He still didn’t know about whether Griflet would take any kind of job offer. Lucan had gone to Arthur for advice. It was well needed and well received. But that didn’t stop Lucan from losing sleep over what Griflet would do next. He was helping his brother all he could and he hope that he’d get something in return from it. Lucan was the only family that Griflet had any contact left with.
He could hear something through the trees. And it wasn’t the sound of any kind of wildlife he’d ever heard. Making his way in the direction that the sound was coming from, Lucan drew his sword incase of any kind of attack. The sounds were coming from a clearing. His hand firmly on the hilt of the sword he pushed back the leaves. He was right, it wasn’t any animal but nor did she seem like a person to just attack him – still he couldn’t be sure. It was indeed a woman. Lucan pushed back the leaves some more and walked through out into the open where she could see him. He had his suspicions but part of him told himself that she was most likely harmless.
“May I suggest moving the arrow a little to the right?”
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