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Post by Vortigern on Aug 17, 2011 18:50:52 GMT -5
 -------Did she just call him stubborn...twice?! He knew he should not be appalled by her insults towards him, but he was. She was getting worse and worse rather than learning to control her tongue. "How dare you!" He snapped. He had more than enough of her angry words, of her criticism, of her sarcasm. Of her! "Had you just answered my question, as anyone beneath me should, then we would not be in this mess!" Yes, beneath him. He was beneath him and he was going to remind her of that every chance he got. She was nothing; a noblewoman. One who if killed by the bandits, would be of little consequence! To him anyone. Who knew about her family. Maybe they would learn to control their children better.
-------"Do not dare place the blame on me. You should do as you are commanded!" He added, refusing to allow her to speak to him in such a way. It had not his fault that she refused to give her name. And he would not make it so. He was blameless from all that had happened. Her words were true and he hated that they were. Her words were irritating to him, and it was worse that she knew that for it only encouraged her to keep agitating him. "You should know better than to irritate me. But you lack intelligence just as you lack strength." He had no problem with basically calling her stupid. Now if it was the other way around, he would have a problem. He shouldn't have poked her. He should have just let her lay there, and left her vulnerable. Oh wait, that's right. She was of use to him. A damper on his thoughts of revenge.
-------When she confirmed that he did not take it, Vortigern decided to push the subject. "Pity. Perhaps it would have taught you some humility." Yes; she had pushed him as far to say that maybe getting raped would have taught her something. Though he did not personally engage in this behavior, did not mean others shared this distaste. At least this made up for how annoyed he'd been by her, flirtation. Ugh. Her flirtation. How completely ignorant of her. She thought she was so worthy as to flirt with him. He had just said she was beneath him and he would stick to that! Nothing would ever change his perception when it came to ranks and their importance. So he ignored her comment. Though the anger was clear on his face, so he avoided looking at her.
-------When she said she was from Mercia, Vortigern said something. He thought about this, not caring enough to question what brought a Mercian to Camelot. "Well then Mercia must have rejoiced in your departure. And I am sure they still are doing so." Then again, that gave her too much credit. But oh well. He just didn't like her. Clearly. When he noticed she had stopped walking he stopped too, turning to see what had kept her. Was she going to fall over and die? No. She had just stopped, the support of a tree keeping her up. Well great. This isn't what he wanted at all; he did not want to admit that he actually required what little intellect she had. He had some pride left after all. And he did not want to say anything that could be taken as a compliment. Hell no. "You do realize that those bandits were not the only of their kind. More will approach and these ones may indeed take more than just the necklace you wore." Meaning, her virtue. He was trying to motivate her to keep walking, because it was in his best interest; not because he cared about her. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 17, 2011 18:23:14 GMT -5
 -------Vortigern's conversation with his father replayed itself in his head, over and over again. "So you will go to Camelot, to meet King Uther and try to establish peace arrangements between us." As any obedient son, he complied. "Of course father." Something had told him that was not the end of it. "Was there anything else?" There had been a silent pause before his father had continued on. "I hear the Lady Morgana has not yet been committed to another." And there it was. "Please father! She is not even of royal blood!" Surely he could do better. "Come now my son. The Lady Morgana is dear to King Uther's heart; surely he is looking for a strong match." Vortigern didn't care. He was already picky as it was, and would settle for no one less in rank than him.
-------"She is not even of royal blood father. She is the daughter of a knight and noblewoman." That had been his argument, but he knew how this would end. "At least try and find out if King Uther is looking for a suitor for her. And see if she is to your liking. If she is, and she approves of you, then we will commence a more binding arrangement." Dear god his father was serious. And now he was here, in Camelot. The objective of this visit was to meet with Uther to speak of politics and establishing peace, but his father always had an ulterior motive in these situations. Vortigern was not defiant enough to deny his father's commands and so instead, would have to honor them. He was leaning against this, potential matrimony, but...he had promised to at least make an effort. The main purpose was to speak to Uther about peace, this was just something his father threw along with the visit; a 'might as well' kind of thing.
-------He had arrived in Camelot just a couple of days ago. Everyone was preparing for the five day festivities, but Vortigern had no interest in engaging himself in the various tournaments and competitions. He had made up the excuse that he had a battle injury that was acting up, and he did not want to aggravate it. It had been believable, and that was what brought him now to the grand hall this afternoon. Where noblewoman and elder noblemen, were all conversing among themselves while the knights and other future competitors were on the training field, practicing. He was dressed in his fine clothing, nothing less of expense and extravagance. For he was here to make a good impression. Thankfully, not all the invited royal and noble families had yet arrived for the celebrations so there was not an immensely large crowd. Which was why he knew now, with the king off tending to different matters of council and the prince of Camelot with the others on the training field, he would have the opportunity to speak to Lady Morgana, and honor his father's wishes.
-------His eyes searched the crowd, not taking long to find Morgana. He watched her for a moment as he took a sip of the wine that had been offered to him on a tray. His objection to this discreet arrangement had nothing to do with her lacking physical appeal. She was in actuality quite exquisite and rather beautiful. She even carried herself as a princess would. Hell, if he didn't actually know of her true rank he may even mistake her for royalty. But he knew the truth, and it was why he doubted this would ever work. Never the less, his father told him to try, and he would at least make an effort. Even if it was not to his full interest. He walked towards her, a confident stride until he was close enough to carry on a conversation with her. "My Lady Morgana. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance once more." He gave a bit of a nod, that could be considered a bow. Though he would never bow down to a woman who was technically lower in status than he was. He had very briefly met her when he had first arrived, but now, they would have more privacy.
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 17, 2011 17:10:18 GMT -5
-------Forgive her? Never! There was far too much blame at her feet for him to even consider forgiving her. He also somewhat recognized the sarcasm in her 'apology'. She was just irritating him more and more. Ordinarily, when someone caused such agitation to him, he could easily rid himself of their company. But her? He would be stuck with her for the next several hours, making these hours feel like days. Months even. "A frail and weak little thing like you, I am surprised you have not been in a similar situation numerous times before." Especially with her riding out on her own which, he was assuming, was not a rarity for her. When she proceeded to insult him but pointing out his inability to protect himself, she had indeed hit a nerve. Then again, when had she not. Everything she said just annoyed him.
-------"You know nothing!" He stated bluntly. He would have her head back home for saying such things. "Had you not been so agitating to my mood and by speaking frivolous words I would have been victorious. But thanks to you, I have to travel back to Camelot on foot." Again with the blame. For he was not going to give it up. She could protect her virtue? That was laughable. He let out a sarcastic short chuckle when she seemed so convinced of this. "I highly doubt that. What happened here today is clear evidence of that. In fact, I am not even sure what was stopping the man from stealing your virtue, since they stole everything else." He said such things, only to further present the dreadful possibility; to keep the risk in her mind. She was hitting his nerves and he was going to try to instill some fear into her. Clearly, she was not afraid of the power he possessed; why not speak of things that were not always in her control.
-------Her next comment made him pause and just stare at her. Had she really just, dared to say that, with, flirtatious implications? Vortigern was disgusted. Now he had nothing against her looks. In fact, though he would never admit it not even to himself, she was rather beautiful. But it was not her physical appearance that made him revolted by her remark. It was the fact that she was so beneath him. She was a noble, he was a royal. He would never even dare imagine such a pairing! And the fact that she was speaking in such a way, practically degrade him, made him even angrier. "It was your words that were distraction, nothing else." He was not about to pay her any sort of compliments. Especially when she kept pushing his mood to become madder. He also knew that he could not say anything for it would contradict his earlier words of her being distraction. Damn her.
-------Another kingdom then. "I envy that kingdom," he grumbled, though ensured it was audible enough for her to hear. He envied them because they were void of her company and he was cursed with it. The fact that she then asked him to slow down made him inwardly smirk as he quickened his pace. It was not the best idea for it was causing him more dizziness by walking so quickly. But it was well worth the pain, and risk of fainting, if it meant directly going against her request. "If you can not keep up, stay behind." He would have no problem with that. Well, he would since he was planning to take advantage of her familiarity of this land. But now there was no need to tell her that. He just continued to walk quickly, blinking rapidly as he tried to walk in a steady line. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 17, 2011 16:09:59 GMT -5
-------Vortigern had not been in favor of this trip to Camelot. Then again, he was never in favor of journeys that involved making peace as their purpose. Vortigern wanted a war! He did not want to venture to various kingdoms and extent their hand in offerings of peace. But, his father's will was his command. Until Vortigern was king, he would not be the ultimate authority. Of course that was not to say that he wished his father dead. He respected his father, which was why he would carry out his duties commanded by him. But, when Vortigern was king: everything would be different. He would rule in a very different way. For one, he would not go through this wasted effort of traveling, in this case, to Camelot. His father, King Gildas had heard of the five kingdoms joining together in a peace treaty, and in the celebration that followed he had sent his son to offer peace between both kingdoms. Or at least eliminate the possibility of war.
-------And then, him being his father and all, he had to throw in that other little purpose of visit. His father was fixated on seeing his son wed and then of course, suggested the Lady Morgana as a candidate. He had not discussed such things with King Uther, but he had a conversation at length with his father about it. A dreadful conversation at that. "The Lady Morgana is dear to King Uther's heart; surely she is looking for a strong match." That had been his father's logic. But Vortigern would hear nothing of it for one reason, and one reason mostly [other than the fact that he was incredibly picky]. "She is not even of royal blood father. She is the daughter of a knight and noblewoman." Even if she was held in the king's highest regard; even if she was practically his adopted daughter, she was not royalty. And Vortigern would not settle for someone who was a far lower rank than he. But, alas, he had promised his father to make an 'effort'. Sort of. Those had been his father's last words: "At least try and find out if King Uther is looking for a suitor for her. And see if she is to your liking."
-------That would not be the objective of this particular meeting. The five day festivities had drawn to an end and most royals had left Camelot. Leaving Vortigern as one of the few remaining guests, which was what he had been anticipating. He now had a private audience with the king where they could speak of political matters over dinner and wine. A good casual setting. Vortigern had also been told by his father to be as respectful as possible, and he would have to honor that...unfortunately. Dressing for the occasion in his fine black suit , with silver work around the neck and a large gold emblem, he made his way to the dining hall. The doors were opened for him, and he entered inside, sitting at the table and waiting for the king to enter. This was going to be a painful conversation, for Vortigern grew tired of such 'peace' talks. But none the less he was here, and he had made assurances to his father who was too sick to travel such great distances. He would have to represent the royal family of Soleria, and try not to tarnish the name in the process.
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 17, 2011 15:24:11 GMT -5
-------He did not care of her inconvenience at the time. She was still a little weak girl in his eyes, regardless of what she said. "My skills in combat far exceed mere words," he boasted. "I would have found a way," he concluded. Of course, he had not been placed in that situation. So it was quite an easy thing to be certain of, for it was all hypothetical. She had been pinned against the tree and because they lost the horses, he would tell her that everything was her fault. She should just stop arguing with him and accept it! Well, apparently she had never been called a coward before. He glared at her when she pointed out her disposition at the time. "You are a woman of all talk. Your greatest weapon is your tongue for you can speak all the words you wish, fueled by courage from a non existent place, yet when faced in direct danger, you are indeed a coward." Now he was only saying it to upset her. She was a woman; he did not expect her to know how to fight.
-------Her next words presented a possibility that he knew were the source of all women's fears. It was what their greatest nightmares were made of. Men taking advantage of them in the most crudest of ways. While Vortigern was no such man, he cared little for this woman's virtue. Who was she to him? No one. A thorn in his side yes, but nothing else. "Well what do you expect when you roam around the woods on your own." Was he saying that it would have served her right? It was his annoyance, truly, that enabled such harsh implications. Great. Now they were arguing about something not worth arguing, because he was right. But she was clearly stubborn; as was he. "You were so determined to insult me back that you not only distracted me, but failed to notice the man approaching me." Yes! More cause for blame. How could someone be so blind as to just be totally oblivious to the facts?
-------He just ignored her sarcasm. He was getting highly agitated by it, as it was only aggravating his worsening mood. Damn woman. And he wouldn't even be able to get rid of her. Unless he killed her. Hmm. Now that was a tempting thought. Kill her, and blame the bandits. The thought was only fleeting. Vortigern may be cruel and violent, but he only killed to make a point. Killing her would show nothing. But it would appease his the throbbing in his head. No no. He would have to dissuade such thoughts...for now. "Good god woman, do you ever stop arguing? No wonder your family permits you to ride off on your own. They are probably overjoyed by the peace and quiet they gain, only attainable by your absence." A gift that he was currently not being given.
-------Shocking; more defiance from her. He had no intention of being 'polite' which meant...damn. Which meant that she would have no intention of remaining quiet. He glared at her once more, not offering any aid to her though he did notice that she was still recovering from the wound. He did not even wait until she was in a better state. She could stay behind for all he cared. And that was when a thought hit him: he was not familiar enough with these lands to find his way back. Yes, he could guess and use logic, but there was no guarantee. He knew the general path, but if there were any obscure twists, turns, or shortcuts then he would not know them. Great. More wound to his pride. He supposed that ruled out killing her. Seemed she would have some sort of purpose after all. Not vocalizing any of this, his irritated glare lingered on her for a few prolonged moments, before he began ahead on the path from which they had come from. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 17, 2011 14:15:16 GMT -5
-------Dear god. She was far too disagreeable. Whatever happened to the good days where noblewoman were meek and timid. It seems he kept crossing paths with ones who were far too outspoken. "I would not have you do anything, for apparently even raising a weapon is out of you capability." Since the dagger she had was not in her hand. He was not surprised, or should not be surprised rather. Clearly, it had been up to him to defend and had he not been outnumbered and distracted by her...yes! That is what it was. It was her fault. He had been looking at her when knocked semi unconscious. Everything was so clearly her fault! Wait now. Did she truly just accuse him of not being able to defend himself? The nerve.
-------"I at least was able to take the lives of two of them. Not pathetically cower by a tree. But then of course, you are only a woman after all." His comment was meant to be degrading. And he also purposely left out the fact that one of the men had conveniently been attacking her. He had not done it for her. He had done it for pride. Yes! Pride! If word got back to his kingdom that he had 'saved a damsel in distress' as rumors tended to skewed the truth, the reputation that he attempted to build and has spent time building, would slowly become undone. People would think him honorable. He was to be feared, not admired! What kind of person feared a man who was accused of saving the life of a woman?! "Besides, had you not been talking incessantly, I would not have been distracted."
-------Yes, he was bringing the blame back to her. Which was nothing new. He just had another reason to blame her now. Did he think she was lying on the ground for fun? Who knows! Maybe she was playing dead like a dog. Trying to divert the attention from her. "Well you would not be the first noblewoman guilty of sloth." One of the seven sins. He was merely criticizing her, though he knew in his mind that it was not laziness that caused her to remain on the ground. The pounding in his head was not going to cease. For it was only intensifying from this conversation. He pushed himself off the tree and looked down the path he would take. "It seems we will be forced to share the path that lies ahead. If you must be in my presence, then I challenge you to do something that is probably the greatest difficulty you will ever be faced with: be quiet." Could she actually do it? Probably not, for he knew that his was provoking her and that the road back to Camelot City would not be a peaceful one. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 17, 2011 13:48:04 GMT -5
-------Well wasn't that something they had in common. Granted, his mother had six children before the last had claimed his life. How many children had Lord Durwin's wife had? Why not ask that very question. "Tell me, do you have any sons to compensate for your misfortune?" Misfortune could be interpreted in two ways. One, and the most prominent in Vortigern's mind, was Romily being this misfortune. The second possibility would be the death of his wife. Either way, Vortigern did not particularly care; he was just trying to further insult his ignorant daughter. Despite her apology, his opinion of her did not soften. When she smirked again, it was clear she only did such things to agitate others. Showing her complete lack of respect for those higher in rank. The first could have been a mistake, but the second time was deliberate. He was not overly surprised to hear that. Perhaps her father had high standards. Perhaps none of her suitors were, wealthy enough.
-------If he had a daughter such as her, having had to suffer her company, why not get a good price to compensate for it. Of course, Vortigern did not say this in so many words. "I am sure he is waiting for someone to offer him a good price for his insolent daughter." Yes; insolent. "And why should he not. Seems only fair as he must deal with your complete lack of respect to both him and others." Lecturing with insults. A favorite pass time of his. Of course, it mostly took place in foreign lands. Back home, it was very different. People did not dare cross him. His reputation was far too well known, filling Sorelians with dread. One day, this reputation would grow to other kingdoms. "I pity the one who must be forced to deal with your rudeness and complete disregard." Going back to the plain fact that she did not know her place. He leaned a bit more forward so that his words would only be meant for her ears. "Poor Bastard." Referring to her future, undetermined husband. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 17, 2011 12:49:38 GMT -5
-------Yes. That she let them steal. Of course her sarcastic retort did nothing less that irritate him further. Seems she was returning the favor that he had granted her: driving him mad! Would he really have to bare her company for the next few hours, until they got back to Camelot at least. That was just going to be maddening. But there was a thought that had never been far from his mind; that a woman would drive him to madness. He had thought that his sisters, one of five, would be responsible for this. But it was quite possible that Lady Caitrin would take that role. No. He could not give her that, what some would consider, pleasure! "You are the one who acted as if she were so bold. You just proved what I already knew; that you are nothing but weak and incompetent." With bold, he was referring to the way she had spoken to him, clearly trying to counter his sexist remarks.
-------"Next time you try to express courage, be sure that your actions to do not contradict your words." Well, he doubted that she would have a redeeming moment for right now, his mind was made up about her. But his words were sarcastic and with obvious rudeness. Finding his balance was a bit better now, he began to brush himself off, disgusted with what had happened. He was missing his jacket! He was missing his horse! They had robbed him of everything, except her. Oh joy. Wait, was she now blaming him for what had happened? How preposterous! "In case you failed to notice, and with your lack of perception it would come as no surprise if you didn't, I was lying on the ground unconscious!" He knew that she too had been knocked out, to some extent for she was clearly displaying signs of disorientation. But who cared about her well being. It was about him, and what she allowed to happen!
-------The question became, now what? Would they have to travel on foot? Wait, since when was this cumulative. Would he have to travel on foot? He looked around at his surroundings, still feeling a strange dizziness and decided that he would wait a few moments before proceeding forward. Trying to look casual, he walked, or slightly stumbled rather, towards a tree and leaned against the trunk. Damn, he did not even have his sword. They had taken that too. The only weapon they had was her pathetic looking little dagger. And if she was the user of it, then there truly was no hope for either of them should they encounter more danger. They were doomed! |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 17, 2011 11:32:47 GMT -5
-------Vortigern was not sure what was happening. He tried to raise his head but it felt far too heavy so he just kept his cheek on the ground, his blinks long and drawn out. As he used every ounce of strength within him to just stay conscious. He felt someone grab his jacket and pulling it off. Had he been a woman, he would have cried rape. But he knew that they were taking it for the jewel and expensive work on it. He could not physically nor verbally object either, for he was too impaired to do so. He would just have to deal with the fact that one of his favorite jackets was now in the hands of some crude and idiotic man who would probably use the fabric to wipe his nose with. Left in his white, long sleeved shirt underneath, he felt a bit exposed. The shirt was too plain for him to just wear it in public! It made him look...like just a nobleman rather than a prince. Revolting.
-------Somewhere in the background, he heard the rapid sound of hooves thundering on the ground. They were leaving as quickly as they had come. Thank god for that. He heard them going greater in the distance, or so he believed. Hopefully it was not his disorientation causing him to misjudge how close or far something was. He very slowly raised himself, his eyes looking around him. The first thing he noticed was that his horse was no where to be found. Had it run off? No. Surely not. All his horses were exceptionally trained to not run in the face of danger. So where....bloody hell! He quickly got to his feet, having gotten up too fast so ended up stumbling to the side. He held his hands out for balance, groaning from the intense pounding in his head. As he continued to frantically look around, he noticed the girl.
-------Great. Wonderful! How tremendously lucky of him! They had taken his horse but left the woman?! Where were they? Perhaps he could offer them an exchange of sorts. How truly unfortunate this was. He had no means of transportation, and was instead left in the company of someone he had already disliked after her first words to him. She was on the ground. Was she dead? He walked towards her, in a wayward way for he was not yet fully balanced and peered down at her. He would not lower himself to her level, so instead, picked up a nearby long stick and proceeded to poke her. She was alive; he could see her breathing. "Great. I am stuck with no horse; just a completely insufferable woman instead." He was obviously just talking to himself. But now, his words would be directed to her. "Better you be on the horse that you let them steal, rather than remain behind in my presence!" He snapped, clearly angry with the outcome of this situation.
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 17, 2011 10:17:13 GMT -5
-------Vortigern watched the man move towards Caitrin, eying not only her but the necklace she possessed around her neck. "Give me your jewels." The demanding voice caused Vortigern to abruptly shift his gaze, looking at the man in front of him. He held out his sword towards the prince, ordering him to surrender the jewels worn around his neck, on the shirt, and probably any gold he carried in his pocket. This was just infuriating. Vortigern was a prince! He should not have to heed to this barbarian. This, peasant! Camelot was ridiculous. If he was in Sorelia, no man would dare hold a weapon against him. He had a reputation, one meant to be feared! This was precisely why he despised visiting other kingdoms. Because he was seldom given the utmost respect he was entitled to.
-------A frustrated sigh of pure annoyance escaped his lips as he began to unbutton his very expensive jacket. His agitation only grew when the woman said that he was the one they wanted. The audacity! But this made Vortigern cease his actions. He was not going to surrender anything to them. Except perhaps the woman. They would probably dump her off after only a mile of riding with her, as they too would so quickly grow sick of her over vocal tendencies. Vortigern looked at the man who was still glaring at him expectantly. Dear god. This was just nonsense! But, he would have to do something. He was a general after all. Without a moment's warning he lunged towards the man, grabbing his wrist and twisting his arm so that his grasp on the sword would loosen. The bloody man had an iron grip. So instead, Vortigern moved behind him, and put his hand on either side of his head, snapping his neck and causing instant death.
-------Finally! He had his sword back. He quickly moved to the man who was standing in front of Caitrin and stabbed the sword through the man's throat. Another instantaneous death, after a few gags and blood filled hacks. Vortigern had not done this to save her life. And he would deny it if anyone accused him of doing such a thing. He looked down at Caitrin, clearly irritated by everything, especially her. But more recently, her remark. "I swear the only thing women are useful for is having children." And with those chauvinistic words meant to insult her...he could not say much else. For he felt a heavy metal hit his head, making him collapse to the floor. He was not fully unconscious. Just massively disorientated as he was now face down in the ground. Bastards. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 16, 2011 21:19:40 GMT -5
-------He didn't doubt her her immediate family supposedly saw different from him. It would explain why she was out here alone. Even if she had snuck out, it merely meant that there was no tight leash around her. That she was not paid close enough attention to. Vortigern only half listened when she spoke of how she have never obeyed a man. "You speak to me of such things as if I care," he said dismissively. He did not care about whether she obeyed men or not, or what she chose to do in the future. "You asked me of where your place is, I told you." Whether she heeded to it or not in the future was not his concern. "I simply pity the unfortunate man who is cursed by the title of your husband." Whether she was married or not, was something else he did not bother to ask.
-------Did she know nothing of princes? The more she spoke, the more convinced he was of her lack of intelligence. And the more he felt he was wasting his breath. She was trying to act all bold, saying that his threats did not scare her. "Foolish, as well as naive. And stupid." His words were bluntly spoken, ones of truth according to him. And there it was. He had finally gotten her name. That was all he needed to know. "Clearly you do not know the workings of this world, little girl. So return to your home, back to your embroidery and feed your delusion by pretending you have courage just because you spoke with outrageous disrespect to someone of a higher status." And this conversation was over. He would make sure of that. He turned his horse, deciding to return from the direction he had come.
-------But the moment he turned his horse, he heard approaching sounds. This time, there were several, from they were coming from all sorts of directions. He slightly narrowed his eyes, looking around but he did not remain confused for long, for soon enough, a large group of men on their horses charged down towards them. Bloody hell! Bandits! He pulled out his sword from its holder but before Vortigern had any more time to react, he was yanked off his horse, thrown to the ground. The sword fell out of his hand and was immediately grabbed by one of the ambushers. "Imbeciles!" He cried out as he was on his back. "This shirt cost more than the worth of your lives!" He snapped at them as he quickly attempted to get to his feet and brush himself off. "Take her," he said referring to Caitrin without so much as looking at her. "She's worth far less than even your life." The bandits saw clear advantage in this situation, as it seemed that he was not her protector. With that, they slowly inched towards her, leering at the young, 'vulnerable' woman. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 16, 2011 20:43:42 GMT -5
-------He had hit some sort of nerve. That was evident in the way she scoffed at him. In the way her voice questioned his words. Her place. Yes. Her place. And now she was questioning what that was. There were so many answers he could give to that question. But judging from what he could already determine from her personality, he knew what road to go down. "It is behind a man. Quietly respectful. Obedient and fully compliant of his will." Traditionally of course. Vortigern had come across far too many women who were all for that concept of female empowerment. He didn't care much of it, he had five sisters after all. But he grew irritated when they disrespected him and his title. Why not return the favor.
-------Now she was asking who he was. Wouldn't she like to know. He watched her as she moved the position of her horse, staying completely still on his. Was she truly challenging him? Didn't she know how greatly outmatched and outranked she was? He was the future king of a powerful kingdom. One word to Uther and that was it. If not, then hell, it would give cause for tensions to grow. Perhaps even lead to war! Something that Vortigern craved, yet knew would never be so long as his father drew breath. "Unless that stranger that you so dismissively and rudely speak to is a prince." Yes; that's right. A prince; a genera; a future king! "Who knew that a woman could be so foolish as to insult royalty," he said shaking his head, with a 'tsk tsk' sound to go along with his words. "Something that will not so easily be forgotten," he added as a further threat. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 16, 2011 20:13:27 GMT -5
-------She would give him her forgiveness? He would take it and spit on it. Why the hell would he need or want her forgiveness. It was her who should be more concerned about attaining his forgiveness; of getting on his good side. He was a man with power. What was she? "You forget your place woman," he said. This was going along with the assumption that she was nothing above mere nobility. If she was more, then she surely would make it known by now. For no princess or queen would feel that it was her place to be degraded. "You best watch your tongue. Or we can be having a similar conversation with you behind bars." A threat that he did not plan to go very lightly on.
-------"My patience is at an end. So I will give you one last chance to redeem yourself and tell me to which family you bring disrespect and disgrace upon." He was growing impatient with her confidence, or whatever it was that made her so bold to speak to him in such an impolite way. When clearly, he was entitled to far better. She should be getting off her high horse [in this case, he meant that both figuratively and literally] and bowing her head to him. He would one day be king, and her offense was enough for him to punish her entire menial family. No, he wasn't dramatic at all. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 16, 2011 19:15:17 GMT -5
-------Did she truly just say that? Tell him that he had to ask nicely? Who was this insolent woman! If she was from Camelot then he needed to have a chat with Uther about the lack of respect the noblewomen expressed. If she was from another kingdom, then he would find their king and speak the exact same words. Now Vortigern certainly hoped she was no princess or queen, for it would be a bit more difficult to assert his authority on them. Judging from her few words, he knew women like her. They tended to be sharp tongued, and quick witted. She certainly had the attitude of a soiled princess. Just as he had the attitude of a spoiled prince. "I will grant you pardon for your ignorance." Because apparently, he was in a good mood. No, it was because he kept his father's words in the front of his mind: be respectful.
-------"So I will tell you again, to speak your name to me." For his patience would wear thin if she did not. Now, he wanted to know her name to find out who he would have to search for to speak about her rudeness. He certainly was not expecting this, nor did he appreciate it. He was of royal blood, and who was she? She was no one. Just a woman. A little naive little woman. And Vortigern would put her in her place. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 16, 2011 18:34:32 GMT -5
-------Vortigern was riding through the woods of Camelot, the Darkling Woods he believed the were called. The sun would set in a couple of hours, but he just needed to be away from everyone. Granted, horseback riding in this foreign kingdom was not the most ideal way to spend time away from others, but right now, it was all he had. The five day festivities had finally drawn to an end, and the visiting royal and noble families were slowly returning home. Unfortunately, Vortigern had to remain. By order of his father of course. He would never condemn himself to such a painful fate. But alas, his father had ordered he stay and speak with Uther regarding a separate treaty between Sorelia and Camelot. Vortigern had no desire to do this. He did not want peace treaties between each and every kingdom. It left no opening for war, and therefore no possibility for expansion.
-------But, he would honor his father, the king's requests. And he was here. He didn't really engage himself in many of the tournaments, for they held little interest to him. He made up the perfectly good excuse of having a previous injury and not wanting to agitate it. If he was back home, he knew he would have a guaranteed win for no one would dare beat him. No man had the audacity. But here, he was just another Prince. It was far less exciting. And of course it did not help matters when his father gave him one of his infamous 'You must find a wife' speeches. They were getting tiresome, and was even more so was the fact that Vortigern had to actually look for one. Which was precisely why he needed to get away from all the pathetic socializing and just rid god knows where.
-------He was void of his armor, and clad in his regular clothing, one of evident expense and a bit of extravagance. He was a prince after all. He was expected to carry himself well. He was absent of his men's company. No Sorelian knights in his presence, for it defeated the purpose of needing time away from everything. Which is why when he heard surrounding footsteps, he slowed the pace of his horse. He was no fool. He was a general, and so it was in his skills to be aware of his entire surroundings. And right now, there was someone else nearby. It did not take long for them to be revealed to him. A young girl. On a horse. By herself? Bizarre. She did not look to be a peasant for she held the appearance of a noblewoman. Of course, she could be a thief which would explain it as well. He moved his horse towards her, abruptly blocking her path. "You will tell me your name." It was not a question or request; it was a command. For the only way she would be even remotely equal to him, was if she was either a princess or queen.
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 16, 2011 16:53:34 GMT -5
-------Vortigern have an amused smile when Durwin listed off her inherited traits from her mother. He knew how it was. He did after all have five sisters. It was why he had been so eager to marry them off. Not only because it politically benefited them, but he could not stand their over sensitivity, and sympathetic manner. Oh Vortigern, don't imprison that sad looking old man! Oh Vortigern, don't throw rocks at that poor little puppy! Oh Vortigern, don't set fire to that person! Oh Vortigern..." Replaying their annoyingly incessant whiny comments made him inwardly cringe. Keeping a complete composed demeanor he just smiled along with Durwin's words. "Trust me my good man. Once she is wed, then she can fulfill the only duty meant for her: child bearing." He felt no problem expressing the chauvinistic side of him. It was after all true.
-------Vortigern entered the room, noticing that the father and daughter were briefly conversing. He heeded them no attention as his eyes explored his surroundings. A few of the nobles exchanged few words with him, but it was not too long until Romily moved forward. This immediately caught the prince's attention and he turned, half facing her. That amused smile returned to his lips, except it was filled with slight arrogance. Quite frankly, he didn't care for her apology. The offense was already made. When she was finished speaking her fully turned to face her. "How many times have you rehearsed that apology?" He asked. Judging from how quick she had been to speak without thinking, he doubted this was the first time her father made her apologize. "Now that is where you are mistaken My Lady, you should not think. It is not your duty to think." Only to silently obey. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 16, 2011 16:17:20 GMT -5
-------Was she, smirking at him? And was that a hint of sarcasm he detected? How utterly disrespectful. He was a prince, a future king, in the presence of mere nobles. The should be respecting him unconditionally, and while Lord Durwin was doing a fine job, she was most certainly not. He did not appreciate being smirked at by someone so much less than him. Not did he like sarcasm. Well, sarcasm that was spoken to him. He quite enjoyed being sarcastic himself where it suited him. But this was not the time nor place. Evidently, Lady Romily was unaware of that understanding. At least Lord Durwin apologized on her behalf. There seemed to be hope for this family after all. At least the men, or man of it. It was somewhat redeemable, though still slightly inexcusable.
-------When she began to walk into their home, he moved to stand alongside Durwin, beginning to walk inside as well. Though made sure that his words would be heard by his daughter. "No apology is necessary," he began. Well, it really was, but he was trying to remain polite. "Once your daughter is married, she will learn of respect as well as her rightful place." The only presumption that he was making was that she was not in fact married. If she was, then surely her husband would be here. Or she would be absent as she'd be in her husband's estate. He felt it was a fair assumption. And if he was incorrect, then it would only be a greater insult to her. "Until then, I do find it rather regrettable that she can not be more like her father." He was not trying to suck up to Durwin, he had no reason to. But at least the man had not directly offended him, unlike that lovely little daughter of his. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 16, 2011 15:50:20 GMT -5
-------Vortigern kept that same smile on his lips, though the man's words were so very tempting to comment on. The king was afraid that he'd stay back? If only life was so kind to him. Why couldn't his sisters do this? Well, he knew why but it still annoyed him that all this visits fell under his responsibility. It was times like these, these very rare moments that he wished he had a brother. So that when his father sent him to represent the family, then Vortigern could send his young brother. "And refuse such a gesture that you extended? I would not dream of it." It was quite the fib. But to be brutally honest would only cause his father shame. When Vortigern was king, everything would be different. He would not have to be so falsely appreciative.
-------When his introduced his daughter...oh, his daughter. Well that was less exciting. Had it been his wife, Vortigern was certain that there would have been a few jokes he could make here and there. Hell, he even wondered if trying to bed her would be enough cause to upset her 'husband', speak to the king, and declare war on Sorelia! But it was his daughter. Maybe trying to bed her would have the same effect. Shame she was not actually a royal. Now that he got a more decent look at her face, she held soft and exquisite features. But Vortigern would never imagine marrying someone lower than his own rank. Keeping these thoughts perfectly concealed, his smile meant for charm grew a bit as he took her hand and kissed the top of it. "My Lady." He did not hold her hand any longer than needed. Just long enough to show respect and make a point of it.
-------"It is a great pleasure to be in the presence of such gracious hosts." Judging from her tone though, she did not seem all too thrilled by this feast either. Or was she just as spoiled as he was and didn't like others of higher rank coming to flaunt their wealth? Vortigern suppressed a laugh. What an amusing thought. "Now, shall we make our way into your home?" Instead of standing out here talking for Vortigern had been in situations before where he had been stuck out here for hours. It was painful. He did not want this to be a similar occurrence. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 16, 2011 15:17:19 GMT -5
-------Vortigern's eyes fixated on the nobleman who greeted him. He did not bow in return. Why should he; they were of a lesser rank than he. But of course, maintained a level of respect. So gave a small, yet somehow polite smile. "Lord Durwin," he spoke, giving a slight nod. It was not a bow, no no. Just a nod. "Allow me express my gratitude in your invitation." Good god. All this respect towards him was going to get tiresome. But at the most, he would spend the night here and leave tomorrow. It would be easy enough to make up an excuse for his hastened departure. "It was very kind of you and your family." With those words, he looked to his side, noticing a young woman who's eyes looked to the ground as she had curtsied.
-------Unable to get a proper look at her, his gaze on her was brief as he looked back to the man in charge, her father. Or husband, depending on how young he liked his women. After all, he couldn't blame the man if he wished to take a woman who was half his age. She looked decent looking enough, just judging from her figure and hair. He couldn't quite judge her face yet. "My father sends his regret in being unable to attend," he added. At least that part of his words were true. No one regretted his father's absence more than Vortigern though for if his father could come, it would mean that he did not have to. A win/win situation. But Vortigern was always a sore loser and in this case, he had lost miserably. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 16, 2011 14:45:19 GMT -5
-------Well this was going to be a jolly good time. Vortigern had come to Carmelide, only on the insistence of his father who was too weak to travel anywhere himself. So he sent his son to represent the Solerian royal family. Truth be told, Vortigern disliked these happy, pleasant little encounters. This did not strengthen their kingdom. Land; wealth; power; those were what they needed. Not making friends who could do nothing for them. But, he was still obedient to his father, no matter how weak he was. He would still play the role of the compliant son and honor his request. There was of course, the other little detail that his father just had to throw in there: his desire to find him a daughter in law. Vortigern would swear that this was the only reason his father sent him on this so called 'diplomatic' ventures. He always gave that same pitiful line, meant to instill guilt in the young prince: "I wish to have grandchildren before I die. And who knows, how much time I have left."
-------There was of course, a flaw in this logic. Being that Vortigern had five sisters. All of which were married. Now, if one averaged about two babies per woman [at least], that would men ten babies. Ten bloody children! How many grandchildren did his father want?! Then there was that other so pitiful line about his father wanting sons and daughters from his only son, and eldest. There was no flaw in that logic. Vortigern was just growing tired of all this talk about women. Besides, there was something rather disturbing about his father telling him to go check out women in various kingdoms. But alas, he was here. Well, sort of. He was invited by one of the nobles, that the king seemed to hold in high regard, to have a feast in his honor. Great. More socializing. Just what Vortigern loved.
-------But as he was told to be respectful, he would keep a polite smile plastered on his face. He rode into the estate, barley paying any attention to the architect. All he did notice was that it wasn't as big as the castle. It was after all, only a noble family. What a ridiculous waste of time. When he rode through the entrance, he dismounted from his horse, expecting nothing less than the whole royal treatment. The few escorts he had followed suit. He didn't bother wearing his armor, but instead, his more evidently expensive fabric, a clear sign of his abundant wealth. A prince had his vanity after all. Once off the horse, he ignored the servant who tended to it and just walked forward, moving towards the family that was waiting out to greet him.
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