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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 12, 2011 2:58:55 GMT -5
Rouland nodded and smiled up at the King with a simple, "Thank you." He was under no illusion that the King's words would probably prove to be empty, after all, Caitrin was nothing to Uther; why would she be? Really, the responsibility for a match should lie with Rouland's brother, and Caitrin's father, Sir Payton. However, the man seemed to be so occupied fighting wars for the Mercian kings he seemed to have forgotten that duty to his family, and so it was left to Rouland to scour the land and look for suitors; as if he had little else to do with his time.
Rouland could see why Uther would choose friendship ties over alliances from other Kingdoms. He knew of the Princess Elena and those from Gwent. It ailed Rouland that Uther was not furthering his interest in Mercia, although it was not Rouland's place to say so. The advantage to the de Archer's if Uther did choose to ally Arthur through marriage to one of the royals of Mercia would be unimaginable and Rouland's mouth formed a quiet smiled before answering the King. "I'm certain the Prince will do you proud sire." Rouland was sure Arthur wasn't so much of a fool to deny such an advantageous marriage anyway, "When are you thinking of inviting them to Camelot?" He sat back, as he had finished his meal and was now polishing off his next goblet of wine; at this rate he wouldn't be able to stay upright in his saddle on the way back. "I believe that if I were to ever arrange a marriage for my niece things would go less than smoothly." He took a swig of wine, "She is irritatingly stubborn and set in her own ways." |
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 9, 2011 15:35:36 GMT -5
Rouland chewed over his dinner, thinking on the problems facing him with trying to find Caitrin a husband. He thought it would have been easier than it was actually proving to be. With her Mercian connections, Caitrin should be a jewel in any nobles collection, but so far Caitrin had managed to scare off anyone serious, providing Rouland with a problem. She was determined she would marry who she wanted, he was determined she would marry who he wanted. As well as that his brother bombarded him with letters about why his daughter still remained single; as if Rouland didn't have enough on his plate.
"I do not have anyone in particular in mind sire," Rouland replied, taking a gulp of wine before continuing, "Caitrin is set on marrying who she wants, whoever that turns out to be." If Caitrin chose well then of course Rouland would hardly be able to say no, it'd be ridding him of his constant headache from her and his brother. "My brother wishes her to marry for connections, and I am somewhere in-between their opinions." He looked at the King, smiling, not wanting him to think he was completely heartless towards his niece, "Unless you know of an elligable bachelor who could put up with her quick tongue?" He chuckled, letting Uther see he was being light hearted about the situation.
Roulands thoughts ran to Uther's own son. Surely he should be settled in marriage by the time the crown came to pass on? Rouland would never dream of putting Caitrin in front of Uther as a suitor for his son, after all, Caitrin and Arthur were good friends, and Caitrin was not of royal blood so it would never be an option to even be considered. "And what of your own son, Prince Arthur?" Rouland asked, "Have the other Kingdoms put forwards their suitors yet?" |
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 8, 2011 7:50:58 GMT -5
Rouland would have been satisfied with his horse being spooked if he had been alone in the forest. His pride was in shatters anyway. He would string the man who sold him the horse by his ears if the unfortunate man ever crossed his path. Rouland’s back hurt, but he was sure nothing was broken; it was the thought that he could have injured himself that really gritted him. He brushed himself down first of all, he was wearing a cloak he’d only recently just purchased and would have been even more irritated to find it torn.
As he rushed forwards, he went to grab the reigns but stopped as there were already hands on them. He looked up and was faced with a young woman. Still heated up from his fall his face flamed up until it matched the colour of his nieces hair. She was touching his horse! She obviously wasn’t a noblewoman, or if she was she wasn’t doing herself any justice. Rouland wasn’t going to deny that she was good looking, but those types of thoughts were defiantly being pushed to the back of his mind; the embarrassment of his fall was now increased tenfold at the thought of an audience. He looked around his person, checking there were no other people to witness his shame. Then the next question popped into his mind; where the hell had she come from?
He took, of course, a defensive stance against the woman. His hands had been flailing uselessly at his side but now he folded them, a stern gaze setting on this young woman. “Who else would the horse belong to?” He asked hot headedly, “It is not yours and we are the only ones here.” Unless it was polite conversation she chose her words badly and Rouland stepped forwards to take his horses reigns when she spoke again. He saw red for a few moments and thought it would be perfectly justifiable to teach this woman some manners. He coughed, she couldn’t know who he was if she was speaking to him in such a way. His niece often tore at his patience, but even she was never that overtly disrespectful or teasing.
“And I thought women had better wits about them to neither be alone in the woods, nor be so respectful to one so..” He thought about the word but looked over the woman as if making a study, “Above yourself in status.” He didn’t care if she was insulted; there was an arrogance and confidence about her that should be discouraged in women at all ages and status. He had no doubt she was probably after money, or she was a poacher or some such trade. They were too far into the forest for her to be a casual passer-by, but Rouland had his sword about him and he was not afraid of some petty woman; he’d faced worse.
Notes: My posting length is worse than yours! And haha Dristan is my idea but I’m not writing him because that would be ridiculous, he’s been taken by one of my friends.
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 7, 2011 2:23:34 GMT -5
At the talk of festivities Rouland found himself only able to nod politely and smile at the King. Anything which meant mingling with men and women in an enclosed environment did not suit Roulands taste; nor his wife's. But of course, formalities are formalities, "I would be honoured to join such an occasion." He wouldn't, he'd hate it, but appearances were appearances.
Rouland took another swig of his wine, the liquid burning his throat on the way down. He was never sure what he should feel towards his niece; happiness? Pride? Anger? She certainly had tried to put him in as many frames of mind as possible over the last few years. She acted courteous when it was needed in public and continued to irritate him with her tongue when they were alone. "I am very pleased with my niece." Rouland said thoughtfully, "I am glad to see now she is well adjusted, perhaps there is hope of a suitor yet." He certainly hoped so, and soon. There were the political advantages of marriage and then there were more pressing matters like Rouland's constant headache which would be addressed by getting rid of his niece.
It was now Rouland thought of Morgana, the King's ward. He had heard rumours of the woman's disappearance a few weeks ago but he didn't partciulary want to bring it up over dinner. That would set the tone in a manner which neither men would want to recieve company in. So Rouland just sipped his wine, waiting for the King to commence conversation. |
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 6, 2011 17:13:46 GMT -5
Rouland was grateful for the careful attention he assumed had been given to his niece. She had even been given her own chambers, even though her injuries were minimal. He knew his niece would be itching to get out of her confinements and back into the society that Camelot had to offer. He chewed over the next part of his dinner thoughtfully, really he should move his niece sooner rather than later. At least she would be in her own surroundings. On the other side of that though she would be in closer proximity to give her earache which wasn't in Rouland's best interests.
"I'm sure everyone will be better and merrier once Camelot is fully recovered. According to my niece, a heavy court and a large feast can cure most ailments." Rouland was sure that she just told him that so that he would accompany her to the many feasts and dances she wanted to constantly attend. "Have you seen her in court recently my Lord?" He then spoke up, because if the King had noticed his ward he was sure others would have noticed her, "She is coming out of herself a bit more than she used to. I suppose it must have been hard for her coming from the Mercian courts at such a tender age." Of course the motive here was to see how overt Caitrin's courtly charms were proving. If she turned heads at dances and feasts then it meant she had suitors, and therefore she had the option of which connections she took up.
Rouland thought hard about how different Camelot would be under Arthur's rule. Rouland could not see his life being much affected. His niece's life might be slightly different as she was on friendly terms with the Prince and therefore she would probably be a court favourite. However, Roulands lands, wife and other property would continue untouched, and that was all that worried him, "I'm sure you have nothing to worry about my Lord King, he does after all have one of the best tutors available." He took a gulp of wine, Rouland always seemed to know how to change a situation in his favour. The world was full of people who could not speak to change a situation and were not articulate enough to do it. Rouland was blessed happily with the ability to change the situation to suit his purposes. |
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 6, 2011 14:44:38 GMT -5
Rouland frowned at Romily’s answer to him. She was sharp tongued he could gather that much; he had known his friend Durwin long enough to know that that kind of behaviour must grind against him. Durwin had the temper which Rouland had been deprived of. Rouland could take Caitrin’s teases and babble for hours, Durwin would probably last moments with her, and he suspected his daughter would quickly irritate him. “Not so much a lack of conversation my Lady, but a conversation with a lack of things to say.” He grinned, hoping she caught his meaning. “I find the topics the women in my household choose are, how would you put it nicely, uninteresting at the best of times.” Rouland had no interest in the latest piece of silk that the peddlers were preaching down at the markets, nor whose bastard child had been born to which wench.
Rouland smirked at his friend, the topic of marriage always went hand in hand with daughters and womenfolk on the whole. He nodded in agreement; a sharp tongue did women no good in the pursuit of marriage, especially if it was to a high up noble. He scratched his nose, looking Romily up and down, “Perhaps Lady Romily, and my niece Lady Caitrin can grow as old maids together.” He said thoughtfully, “For with her temper she will never come within an inch of marriage.” Rouland turned to Durwin, “More and more women in my life seem to have similar traits.” He looked at Romily before turning back to her father, “Perhaps it is a result of exposure to me Durwin.” He laughed, clapping his friend on the shoulder and continued towards the solar with Romily.
Rouland could see nothing wrong with the solar, it wasn’t amazing, but it was comfortable and practical. Although Rouland was always one for the finer things in life he would never show his snobby behaviour to such a close friend. He shrugged to Romily, “The surroundings make no difference to the quality of conversation my Lady.” He took a seat as instructed, realising then how tired he actually was. He had been riding for the majority of the last few days as if he had been fleeing the scene of a crime. Although that wasn’t true, it certainly felt like he was escaping his life for a few days. Out here he was free of the burdens being a feudal lord had with it.
Rouland understood the pain his friend had when his wife had lost his son. It was hard on men to lose the only heir to their estate and instead be presented with a daughter. “I do indeed Lady Romily, your observational skills precede you.” As he finished his words a servant bustled in, and Rouland was handed a goblet of wine. Gratefully he took it and took a swig, then continuing his statement, “But you will always hear me speak more of my niece than son Lady Romily.” Rouland could not deny that a son would have indeed raised Durwin’s spirits through the clouds, but that was depressing conversation so early in the evening, “A son is the apple of his fathers eye.” He said thoughtfully, looking at his reflection in the goblet, “Daughters are important as well, perhaps Durwin will find you a husband to take over his lands?” He suggested, knowing full well Durwin would have to engage in these plans because there was no other alternative.
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 6, 2011 13:02:26 GMT -5
As Rouland considered his friends daughter he could little help but comparing her to his niece. A few years ago, with only a son in his household he probably would have not given the girl a second glance. Now however, he found himself intrigued by her ways and her courteous replies. He knew Caitrin conversed with nobles at his household not for her own pleasure but for her Uncle’s. It was one of the few duties that Caitrin did oblige in. Rouland was glad that Romily seemed in good order, no doubt it would one day win her a husband of equal ranking and she could have a child a year and be all the more happy for it. He sniffed back; he respected women, but sometimes they needed to know their place in the world. That didn’t mean he loved his wife or niece any less, it just meant it irrigated him when his niece acted more like his brother or son than his ward.
“My home is out of the way as well Lady Romily,” Rouland answered, “However, even with two women one finds that a headache is never more than a stones throw away.” He smiled, but it wasn’t friendly, it was one of amusement. Rouland had no time for the idle chat of women.
Rouland turned his attentions back to his friend, “Perhaps that is where I have gone wrong. My niece, Lady Caitrin, is perhaps too in society for her own good.” Rouland noticed Durwin’s daughter was a lot more quiet with her response to him, but he considered it no further than noticing it, “You should not apoligise for it.” He said sternly, “For the lack of society has probably turned you into a more dutiful daughter than my Lord Durwin could ever have hoped for.” He raised his eye brows, crossing to his friend, “At least I assume this is the case?”
Rouland crumpled his nose up as Romily decided that he could not even remember her mother. He thought it a bold move on the young ladies part, most would just politely either ignore the comment or move the conversation along. He felt like she was letting her personality through the dutiful daughter act she was dancing along to at the moment.
As Romily escorted him to the solar he was able to take in the splendour of Durwin’s household. It showed that he was a man of middle standings, much like Rouland. Rouland prided himself that his home was possibly slightly larger then Durwin’s, but what were a few rooms between friends? He then considered Romily. She was certainly outwardly dutiful, but she did not blush or was as slow to speak as daughters from other households he had come across. He considered her to be much like his own ward, but perhaps kept under the thumb a little better. Rouland made a mental note to ask Durwin for tips.
“Thank you Lady Romily.” He said dutifully, setting himself down in the grandeur of the room and smiled. “Well this is cosy isn’t it?” He asked, “Could you instruct your servants to send forth some wine?”
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 4, 2011 15:29:55 GMT -5
Rouland was moody; what on earth was knew. No, actually he was quite cheery this afternoon. He revolutionary had decided to be merry; he looked upwards to make sure the sky had not turned green with his promise to be happy for once. He had every reason to be happy at the moment, he had been without the nags of his wife and niece, and he had just secured alliances in Mercia which would mean his grain production would prosper as trade. Who was he to complain?
He had actually had managed to have a quick conversation with his brother, Sir Payton, on his journey. Of course the conversation had been predominantly about Payton’s daughter Caitrin, who was currently Rouland’s ward. Caitrin had lived with Rouland for some time and had become part of his small family unit; especially since his son was basically living as a stray somewhere in Camelot. Rouland cared not, it was his sons choice how he lived his life, so long as he knew his duty was to his people when he inherited Rouland’s lands.
Rouland had been away from Camelot for about a month now, in that time he’d met his brother, his old friends in Mercia and his eldest nephews to ensure their friendship; all had been obliging. However, disappointingly, none of his Mercian friends had offered a son to marry Caitrin. The girls reputation exceeded her, but it obviously wasn’t enough to get her a husband. Rouland thought on it objectively, on the one hand he would enjoy the advantage of Caitrin’s marriage, on the other, he would miss the political advantage of having such a beautiful ward in his keeping.
He pushed his horse on, he was making good time for the day, and he would probably be in Camelot by nightfall; well if all went to plan. He rode alone because it was quicker, Rouland was never one to travel with a large entourage because it wasn’t needed and it cost too much. A lone swordsman had seen him part way through the forest then had returned to his master, leaving Rouland to complete the journey on his own. Rouland didn’t mind that much; he enjoyed the peace.
He had however sent word out to his niece and wife to tell them to expect him for dinner. No doubt his wife would order his favourite dinner, and his niece would ride out to meet him part of the way; probably on the border of Camelot. He had of course told her not to, but Caitrin was never one for listening to him; he doubted she ever would.
Rouland was concentrating so hard on his own predicaments and thoughts he didn’t notice a small animal run straight underneath his horse. The first he realised of it the horse had gone up on two legs out of fright, throwing Rouland off the back ungracefully. The horse went wild and Rouland was still in shock by the time he remembered he had hurt himself on his awkward fall. He jumped up, looking around him; nothing was broken at least. The horse was still wild; he’d have the breeder by the throat next time he saw him. He had been informed the horse was not spooked easily. He swore loudly under his breath, running forwards to calm his horse.
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 4, 2011 12:47:47 GMT -5
Rouland was glad, somewhat, that the King was so dutiful in his answers of looking after his niece. To Rouland, Caitrin should never have been in Camelot to be injured in the first place. "I thank you again my Lord." He was grateful as well because it was less likely that he would be charged for Caitrin's treatment as it had been in such an emergency. "My niece will also thank you when she is fully recovered." Rouland said thoughtfully, taking in some of his dinner. The food certainly was fantastic; there wasn't a complaint even Rouland could conjure up.
Rouland considered his niece up in her guest chambers, dying of boredom. He hoped her mare had been well tended whilst she had been recovering. "I think my niece will be glad wen she can be up and about, she enjoys being in general company." Rouland spoke confidently to the King, he was sure the King had seen Caitrin at court often enough to make a judgement on the young woman.
"I have no doubt Arthur will one day become a great King." Rouland toyed with his words; he had more hope in Arthur bringing peace to these lands than his father. From what he had seen of Arthur, he had a great sense of duty for his people. Rouland couldn't relate to that because he couldn't say he had a duty to many people in his life, but he respected Arthur's courage anyway. If there was peace in Camelot then Rouland's lands and family would be safe, and that was all he could really hope for. |
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 3, 2011 7:12:40 GMT -5
The meal had commenced and Rouland was glad of it. Although he disliked the society within Camelot he certainly would never dislike any of the food from the castle kitchens. It was a treat to not be eating from his own kitchen for once with his cook mumbling about his talents not being utlised enough by Rouland's family. Rouland seemed to constantly be around people who moaned at him; if he weren't so cynical or witty it would probably bother him.
Rouland had been to quick to say his lands had been unharmed because as Uther had been too quick to point out, his niece had been hurt in the attack. However, she had been attack in Camelot, not in his property. He still kept the stance that it was her own fault for staying in Camelot, he had warned her against prolonged stays in Camelot but as was Caitrin's way she did not like to be dictated to, therefore she had gone.
These thoughts should not suggest that he did not feel for his niece, however, Rouland and Caitirn's relationship was one of mutual irritation. Both enjoyed the other's witty retorts and Rouland couldn't see why Caitrin would want his company while she was recovering. She knew she wouldn't get any sympathy. "I have seen the physicians report." Rouland sniffed back, taking a sip of wine, "I must thank my Lord King for giving her, and I suspect others such close attentions. Unfortunately business at home prevented me from coming to Camelot until now, but I fully intend to visit my niece after our meeting has finished." He wasn't looking forwards to it, but physicians reports were one thing, to see Caitrin recovering was another.
"How is your own son, the Prince, my Lord?" Rouland asked, "I trust he was not injured in the attack?" |
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 1, 2011 13:41:06 GMT -5
Rouland eyed Romily up and down quickly, she was well presented and obviously was well trained. He wondered if Romily was more obedient than Caitrin was. As it was, he was much at a loss as how to get his niece to respond to him. He couldn’t even send her back to her home because her father never occupied the family home, and it remained empty for most of the year and it was unseemly for a young woman to be on her own. As well as that, Rouland got a healthy amount for her upkeep so it was all worth it in the end.
He bowed to Lady Romily, not taking her hand because it was an unseemly gesture to the daughter of such a good friend. “I am delighted of course to make your acquaintance Lady Romily.” He nodded at her words, looking around him at the room. It was well decorated and the servants were attentive; who was he to complain? “It is a welcomed change to my own home Lady Romily.” He answered truthfully, “The peace for one is most pleasing.”
He stiffened back up and turning his attentions back to his friend who was excusing his daughter from the evening. Rouland nodded at Lord Durwin, and engaged him, “A pity.” He said shortly and folded his arms. “I must confess old friend, I hoped to see how your daughter reacts in company. I am intrigued to how other noblewomen act; my own niece is unruly and I hoped you could offer me advice on how to ensure she obeys and respects me.” The words rasped off her tongue and he gave a small smile, Caitrin had her mothers spirit as Rouland’s brother had no end of trouble keeping her under his thumb and had never mastered it even by the day she died.
Rouland studied Romily and paused, she was certainly beautiful like her mother, but not nearly handsome enough to tempt him. “She does indeed.” He barely remembered Jayne but he was going to be polite anyway because he remembered that Jayne was beautiful and so was her offspring. “I have been told on many occasions that my son looks similar to me, but alas, I cannot show you.”
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 1, 2011 11:14:42 GMT -5
Rouland was already enjoying the peace and quiet of his new settings. Two steps into his own home and he'd have already been screamed at by one of the women in his life; his wife for staying out too long, his niece for not taking her with him. Sometimes he despaired of them both and it was times like that he was glad he had friends scattered all about the place to offer a quick respite. He'd left his steward in charge of his peasants and Caitrin in charge of the household; his wife hadn't been happy, surprise surprise but Caitrin needed something to occupy herself.
Rouland grinned as his friend came into view, “And here he is now! Welcome my dear friend!" Rouland took the man affectionatly by the shoulders and his actions were mimicked,
"Lord Durwin!" He grinned, letting the man go and looking his friend up and down, "You don't look a day older than when we last met!" He then chuckled, "What's your secret? I feel I have aged twice as much since our last meeting." In Roulands eyes, aging quickly was the result of women; he laughed at the poets who believed that love and women made you feel young; Rouland just felt old and tired with his wife and niece.
Rouland had only just noticed the woman who was in the room, he bowed curteously to her, "And who is this Lord Durwin?" He asked politely, "Your daughter I assume?" |
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 1, 2011 11:02:30 GMT -5
Rouland studied the king intently and sucked his bottom lip softly then taking in some wine, relaxing the conversation. He listened to the King and was relieved to hear that Camelot was recovered enough to be able to withstand attacks. That meant that his lands and his livelihood were safe at least. "I am glad Camelot is recovering. Fortunately my own lands and people were unharmed in the attack." It was a short reply but it was needed; the King needed to know if any damage had been done to lands extended from the castle. None of his property had been damaged, but Rouland's money and resources were expected to, of course, help the whole of Camelot rebuild. It was a small sacrifice on his part, his income always exceeded his, his wife's and his nieces living costs. Plus it meant that he gained the protection of the Knights of Camelot and that was priceless.
"We have a surplus of grain my Lord, I can arrange my steward to send whatever grain we can." Rouland looked at his goblet, sitting back and then keeping his eyes on the king, "Do you need anymore aid my lord King?" He asked dutifully, "As one of your faithful subjects I am humbled to offer my assistance in Camelot's time of need." It killed Rouland to be so... dutiful. It was an odd experience but Rouland had lived in Camelot for many years and always offered his loyalty to the King of Camelot because it brought the most reward and protection. |
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 1, 2011 10:48:57 GMT -5
Rouland had rode hard from his lands and had been glad of a few moments peace. The only problem with his son being, as he was, travelling to find his fortunes, it left Rouland on his own with two women and neither of them gave him an easy time of being him. His wife constantly naged him about this and that, and as for his niece, well, she excelled in many aspects but keeping her tongue still was not one of them. He often wondered if all young women were like Caitrin; probably not but it was worth a wager.
The weather for his ride had been pleasant, and his black travelling cloak flapped about in the wind. He'd been eager to get away as quickly as possible. He was off to see his old friend Lord Durwin. He'd known Durwin on and off for years, even when he had lived in Mercia during his teens. Of course now the distance was heightened and other complicated matters meant their meetings were less and less but still. He'd had a rough job of telling Caitrin she was to stay behind, stubbornly of course she'd wanted to come as was her way. His wife knew her place, she'd accepted it straight away but his niece was less than willing. Eventually he had just ridden off, so he wasn't looking forwards to her reaction when he returned but she was his ward and she should obey him.
Durwin's home came into view and Rouland smiled; he'd made good time and pushed his horse on the short distance that was required of it. There was a stableboy waiting to greet him, "See he's well tended." He instructed the lad, dismounting the horse and near shoving the reigns into the boys hands. He began to unhitch his travelling cloak, handing it to another servant who was bustling towards him, "Inform Lord Durwin I have arrived." |
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jun 29, 2011 6:10:23 GMT -5
Rouland followed the squre in, giving a low bow and engaging the king with the usual accepted introduction, "My Lord King." Rouland took up the seat Uther gestured for him to sit at. He had an uneasy feeling about this whole situation, he wasn't sure how much the king was going to demand of him, or whether he would particularly want to pay up. The latter didn't matter, being a Lord of Camelot meant you had to put aside your own interests for the good of the kingdom sometimes as the Knight's of Camelot offered some of the best protection in the country.
Rouland had not seen the king for a month or so until now, and only really attended court when the council was in session. Caitrin, his niece, often tried to drag him to some feast or another but Rouland was never one for socialising without a reason. Here, the meal brought a reason, by giving the King supplies from his land Rouland was guaranteeing his peasants, his lands and his families protection once Camelot was well recovered; which was a good deal in Roulands opinion.
A servant hastened forwards with a goblet of wine which Rouland took graciously and set down on the table in front of him, "To what can I account for this honor my Lord?" Rouland asked courteously, sitting upright and catching the King's eye line, "I trust Camelot is recovering well after the attack?" |
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jun 28, 2011 5:48:10 GMT -5
Rouland’s heels clipped the stone floor in the stables as he handed the reigns of his steed to the stable boy. He gave the boy a quick glance over as he bowed and extended his hands for the reigns. Rouland gave them him quickly with a quick remark, “Make sure he is well fed, I intend to ride hard back to my lands.” The boy nodded quickly and began to lead the steed away. Rouland walked away from the scene, taking off his riding gloves and shoving them into his pockets. To say the least he wasn’t in the best of moods.
The messenger had arrived yesterday morning to deliver the King’s message to Rouland and demand his presence in Camelot. It was only a fortnight after the dragon had attacked and Rouland was surprised that he had not been brought to Camelot earlier by the king; his niece had sent him two letters as she was still resting in Camelot after her accident during the dragons attack. Rouland did feel slightly guilty that he had not visited Caitrin earlier, but he had left it too late now for it to be acceptable for him to visit her before she was recovered. He would however have to bite his pride and visit her after his meeting with the king as he would be in even more trouble with her if he did not. He wasn’t afraid of his niece, but her temper was so quick and fiery that he did everything he could to avoid it. Plus, Rouland wasn’t sure what use he would be to Caitrin apart from someone to shout at, even though it had been her own fault she had been in Camelot when the dragon had attacked and she had paid the price for it.
Rouland had at least found his way to the Great Hall, he had been invited by the King to dine and discuss his contributions in aiding Camelot’s recovery. It was well known that Rouland’s lands created a surplus of grain and foodstuffs every year so of course he was one of the nobles who had been expecting to get a summons. It was inconvinent as the King probably would expect the help for free or at such a low price that it might as well be free; which meant less profit in Rouland’s pocket this year; fabulous.
He awaited the squire to announce him to the king, straightening his dark garments and taking a formal pose. He had no quarrel with the King, and of course he had to keep the King sweet because it wasn’t to Rouland’s advantage to make enemies in court, especially of the Royals.
Timeline: 2 weeks after the dragon attacked
Location: The Grand Hall
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jun 27, 2011 13:12:54 GMT -5
Rouland had of course been merely jesting with Griflet, he wanted to get a snapshot of the boys’ personality. It was an incredibly hard thing to do in such a formal situation because it was so formal. In an informal setting, when it didn’t matter as much who upset who it was easier to get a grasp of a persons personality. Griflet was hiding behind his words, Rouland felt, and he was becoming as irritated with it as he supposed his niece was. She was being very curt and throwing in the odd witty remark; he had grinned when she had teased Griflet about his rhymes. It had been a result of living under Rouland’s roof that Caitrin had developed her sense of humour, however dry it was. Rouland didn’t catch Griflets’ first remark and he was sure if it was nothing he wanted to say loudly it was nothing Rouland wanted to hear. It would probably just fuel Caitrins’ irritation anyway. He merely took a swig of his wine as Griflet continued and nearly chocked on his wine once again with Griflets’ reply. He couldn’t believe Griflets reply, and although the mans gaze was now fixed on Caitrin, Roulands was fixed on Griflet. His reply of not killing innocent beasts was obviously Griflets way of feeling superior in this conversation; hunting was a way of displaying masculinity and status; either Griflet had neither or he compensated for it with something else.
“It would be hard to compare the effect of either my Lord, as at present you have neither to present to me.” She cocked her head to the side and Rouland suppressed a grin; the de Archer streak often showed itself within Caitrin and he was less than disappointed at her retort to Griflet. Caitrin was trying to toy with Griflet, she knew he could not make any advance on her whilst her Uncle remained at her side so she could jab and tease him all she desired and he was powerless to do much than rise to it. Caitrin continued, “Hunting is not a pastime I indulge in, I prefer practising archery rather than putting it to use.” Her words were airy and thoughtful and she smiled at her Uncle who was shaking his head at his niece’s disapproval at his pastimes.
Rouland was surprised Griflet found jest with Caitrin’s words, it was bad form for the man to act polite and chivalrous and then to laugh at such immature remarks. He ignored it but Caitrin was staring at Griflet in disbelief, pursing her lips together and sipping her wine angrily. Rouland nodded as Griflet agreed that he had let Caitrin win; he didn’t expect anything other than that if the man had half a wit about him.
“A true gentleman indeed,” Rouland agreed, “Caitrin’s mare was a gift of mine to her when I accepted her wardship.” He was still keeping formal but he may have become too personal for his niece’s liking, she loved to keep men in the dark and keep them guessing but he was determined to irritate Caitrin; after all he didn’t want to be here.
Caitrin nodded at her Uncle’s words and turned her attentions back to Griflet, “And of course I am grateful to my Uncle.” She case Rouland a sidewards glance then returned to Griflet, “Have you not got your own horse yet?” She asked curiously then decided to bring in a fresh topic as well, she was tired of Griflet’s childish laughs at her riding comments, “What are your plans for the evening Sir?” She asked curiously; she was sure her Uncle’s plans were to eat and be on their way as soon as was humanly possible. Caitrin just wanted to enjoy the evening, but usually nobles came to these functions to fulfil their own agendas and she wanted to hear Griflets. |
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jun 26, 2011 15:52:15 GMT -5
OOC I'd feel daft posting to myself, so here's family relations at their best!
Rouland sighed as he walked up the castle steps after his niece. She was checking back at him every few moments to see that he hadn't jumped on his horse and run back to his lands. It was an understatement to say that Rouland didn't want to be here. Caitrin had dragged him along to some feast to celebrate the creation of yet another knight of Camelot. He'd hardly been to any before and didn't see why he had to start now.
"Niece, I still do not see why I am here." Caitrin whipped around and rounded on her Uncle,
"Because Uncle, you owe me the favour." Rouland sighed and ran his hand through his hair. His niece had him there. She had been annoyed at him since his actions towards her following the dragon attack; he hadn't visited her and this had been a cause for complaint. Rouland was now wishing he had just bloody well visited her whilst she was unable to walk. Caitrin smiled sweetly at him, as was her way, and continued towards the main hall in the castle.
Rouland caught up with his niece, ignoring the guards whose gazes followed her up the coridoor. Tonight she was wearing a dark blue silk dress which he had bought her. The dress swept behind her and the body of her dress moulded to her figure, and she had a small silver circlet around her head. Needless to say Rouland knew his niece was beautiful, which made it more odd to him that she had not received a wedding proposal yet. However, he was becoming particularly interested in the man Caitrin had encountered around a month ago. At first of course, as was Caitrins way, she didn't want to speak about it, but the details had come out gradually as the weeks had dragged on.
"Will Griflet be there tonight?" He asked casually, looking sidewards at Caitrin but still continuing their brisk walk. She looked angrily at him but shrugged in an uncaring way,
"How should I know?" Rouland shrugged, Caitrin had hardly been to Camelot since she had met Griflet and when she did it was only to see Arthur or tend to matters of business on his behalf. They reached the doors to the hall and Rouland held out his arm for Caitrin to take it. The squire announced them and Rouland could see his niece scanning the room quickly,
"Settle niece, I'm sure if he desired you that badly he would have knocked down the doors to our home by now." He chuckled to himself, ignoring the glare Caitrin was giving him as he led her to their seats. He called a servant straight over and took a goblet for himself and Caitrin, "To help you relax, you need it." He added, nodding and taking a swig himself. Caitrin held the goblet in her small hands and looked around the room again silently. "So, this Griflet," Rouland mused, taking a small swig of wine, "Do you wish him to stop his advances?" He looked down at his niece who was staring him in the eyes,
"Of course." She replied briefly, taking some wine herself as Rouland let out a laugh,
"Come now niece, you cannot fool me. You have strong feelings for this man." He was sure in his answer because she couldn't have weak feelings for someone who had kept her from Camelot for nearly a month; he knew his niece was not that fickle so Griflet must have made a profound impression indeed,
"Strong feelings indeed Uncle but I think you will find they are not as he would like them." Was her quick reply and Rouland inclined his head towards her; she had a point, just because her feelings were strong did not mean they had sexual origins. Rouland looked around the room, following wherever his niece's gaze jumped to,
"So is he here then?" He asked bluntly and Caitrin shook her head quickly,
"I do not believe he his Uncle." Caitrin felt some relief, at least now she could get on and enjoy the feast; perhaps Griflet had left Camelot. After all, he had only just arrived when they had met. Rouland coughed huskily and brushed some hair off Caitrin's shoulder,
"Well please inform me when or if he does." He said, acting uninterested, "I would love a word with the man who managed to silence my niece for a whole week."
Timeline: About 4 months after the dragon attacked at the send of S2
Location: A feast in the Castle hall
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jun 24, 2011 2:58:15 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Sir Rouland de Archer
.:Nick Name:. Rouland, but only to his close friends and family, to everyone else he expects ‘sir’ or ‘lord’
.:Age:. 43
.:Race:. Mercian
.:Status:. Noble
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Rouland is a man of medium height and dark features. His hair is dark brown with occasional strands of grey to display his age. He often has a sly look about him, which matches his cunning personality. He is of a slim, trim build and is often considered ‘too thin’ by his wife. He always dresses to impress, and considers it important to show off his wealth at feasts and whilst at court in Camelot.
.:Height:. 5"9
.:Portrayed by:. John Simm
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Rouland is individual and prefers solitude to being at the hub of society. Consequently he does not attend that many feasts or functions in Camelot, unless of course he believes they will be beneficial to him. He is a sly and cunning figure, and although he does not have the intelligence or the know how to create an alliance or situation where he is in charge, he would readily allies himself with whoever he thinks is on the winning side to ensure his lands, wealth and family are kept safe; in that order. He loves his family dearly but the years of knowing he would have nothing to inherit from his family have made his relationship with his finances an intimate one. He enjoys wealth and showing how wealthy he is. He is also incredibly witty and uses his wit to wind up his niece and wife.
.:Strengths:.
1 His ability to know to be on the winning side, no matter what the occasion.
2. His wealth (or so he believes)
3. His alliances with other nobles within Camelot, and with his brother in Mercia
4. His good looks
.:Weaknesses:.
1. His greed where his wealth and land are concerned
2. His cowardice
3. His lack of loyalty to anyone in particular
.:Magic Abilities:. Rouland has no magical abilities and his attitudes to magic coincide with Uther Pendragon, he has no time for those with magic and believes those with it only want to use it for evil purposes.
.:Special Skills:. He has no skills which make him stand out from the crowd but he is able to fight, ride a horse, partake in archery and he prides himself on his wit.
.:Accents:. A mixture of refined upper class and Northern English
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. A medium holding in Mercia
.:Family:.
His mother and father have been dead for many years.
Wife: Ygraine
Son: Dristan- 22
Brother: Sir Payton
Niece: Caitrin- 19
He has other nieces and nephews but pays them little attention as he lives in Camelot, and they reside in Mercia
.:Occupation:. He inherited his wife’s families lands so his job is essentially being ‘lord of the manor’ to the peasants who work on his land.
.:Current Location of Residence:. A medium sized holding in Camelot, around a fifteen to thirty minute ride from Camelot Castle
.:History:. Rouland’s future was always set to be the younger son of a noble Mercian family. From a young age he was contantly reminded by his elder brother, Payton, that he would not inherit a penny of his fathers lands and that Payton would inherit everything. However, their mother caught wind of this teasing and sought to change it against it and petitioned her husband to find a suitable and wealthy marriage for her younger son, knowing everything would be provided for her elder son.
No family with a daughter set to inherit the whole estate wanted to ally themselves with the de Archer family, fearing more land would make them more influential within the Royal courts in Mercia. Therefore by the time Rouland was in his manhood at the age of sixteen he was still unmarried. His mother insisted that he should have the same upbringing as his elder brother, including being taught how to run an estate, ride, fight and of course partaking in archery.
Rouland’s father sought to look further afield to marry his youngest son at the constant nags of his wife. He sent his squires into Camelot, knowing the King to be an ally, but not expecting any news from any of the nobles. He was surprised as a month later his squire returned with a marriage proposal from a medium sized holding in Camelot. There was only one daughter set to inherit and her father’s health was rapidly deteriorating meaning a quick marriage was to be preferred.
So, a few months before his seventeenth birthday the de Archer family made the journey to the holding in Camelot where they met the family their youngest son was to be married into. Rouland was glad to find his wife was surprisingly attractive and had a kind disposition. They were quickly married and her father died less than a month later, leaving Rouland his own holding and a wife at the age of seventeen; much to the shock and jealousy of his elder brother.
Despite a relatively happy marriage only one issue was produced, Dristan, who at the age of twenty declared he would find his fortunes fighting in lands further afield. All Rouland hears of his son is tavern gossip and the odd letter from Dristan. Since coming to Camelot, Rouland has built up ties within the different households, and is on good terms with most people. Rouland of course prefers to be on the winning side, so allies himself with as many people as possible.
He saw his brother Payton only a few times since Rouland’s departure to Camelot, once for Payton’s marriage, for the baptism of his first child and lastly for a surprise visit when Rouland was thirty. He was surprised to hear from his brother after many years of silence petitioning him to accept the wardship of his youngest daughter Caitrin. Roulands only memories of Caitrin was of a tomboyish four year old, but at the instruction of his wife he sent for his niece to decide whether she would fit into his household. Needless to say he was pleased he found her much changed and took on her wardship in a heartbeat, seeing the advantages of having such a beauty under his roof.
Since taking Caitrin into his household she has become like a daughter to him and loves her dearly. He treats her like he treated Dristan, which is not well at the best of times.
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