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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 19, 2011 15:39:16 GMT -5
She looked at him in surprise when he announced that he’d been to Carmelide. It wasn’t exactly the nicest of kingdoms. “I know…better to be far from there than near” she replied a little bitterly, and then lay back down.
Surely he was nearly finished now. He was from Camelot? She was sure she’d heard him say Camelot.
“I know of the place – never been though” she told him, “my father told me stories of it- apparently it’s a beautiful city, but then again it’s not exactly the best place to end up in if you have any magical abilities”.
His breath was becoming more ragged. She could tell that something was wrong now. He was pausing in between sentences and trying his best to then carry on with the conversation. “Arthur?” she asked, “I really think it’s best that you should lie down”.
He carried on binding the wound. Not one to follow instructions then. Typical man. “Im sure that we’ll survive for a little while longer once we’ve bound these wounds”. She stated, “Now lie down before you…”
OOFT!
OUCH! Now that had hurt. Before Romily could even so much as get up, Arthur had gone forward and seemed to have apparently passed out on her, and the area her wound was in!
“…Pass out…” she finished and tried to punch him off of her, “Ow! Arthur!” she flailed her arms out from side to side, “Can’t…breathe!”
“Arthur!” She attempted to shift herself from under him but he was far too heavy to move. The fact that she was gasping his name would help matters if someone were to discover them. When he finally regained consciousness, she made sure that she would kill him for this!
She managed to free her top half, quickly yanking her dress back over her chest where it had started to fall down as a result.
Finally! She was free! Romily wriggled out from underneath him and then attempted to turn him over. “Geez you’re heavy! What have you eaten today? A herd of cows!” she rolled him onto his back and paused to get her own breath back.
Oh well, at least he wouldn’t protest any longer at having his wound cleaned. She grabbed the pouch and poured some gently over his wound, ripping her dress and using the material to clean it, like he’d done so with her. “Thanks for passing out on me – literally” she shook her huffed and shook her head, carrying on cleaning the wound. It was very deep and would defiantly need the attention of a physician rather than a noble disguised as a barmaid.
She ripped up more of her dress and then bound it, trying to free her arm from underneath his back as it became trapped when she began to bind it round the area. She yanked it out and secured the rest into a knot. That would hold for now, until they managed to get to someone more experienced.
Dampening down another bit of her ripped up dress (which now made her resemble a peasant rather than a barmaid), she poured the last of the water over it and placed it on his forehead. He looked hot to her, and the last thing she wanted was him catching a fever or infection from the wound.
She sighed and sat back rasing her brows as she watched him. “Told you so”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 19, 2011 14:54:22 GMT -5
Focus? On herself? Romily was more concerned that she’d be dragging him into a new hiding place if he were to keep his wound unattended for much longer. She wasn’t so sure that he should be doing this, but his stubborn words had forced her to just shut up and lie there until he’d finished.
She could tell that he wasn’t a man to back down easily, neither was she. It was all swings and roundabouts.
She felt him dab at the wound. She wondered whether it needed more professional care. Any care at the moment was enough to keep them going until they managed to find any physician that would look at their wounds for them.
Romily was so lost in her thoughts that she had only just realised that Arthur had asked her a question earlier on. Where she was from? She was sure he asked that.
“Carmelide” she replied, “Originally – I work as a barmaid in an inn, in a village that is a little far from here” she told him. She didn’t want to bore him with the details of why she was out stalking about the Forest of Balor. Hopefully he wouldn’t question whether she was of nobility. Everyone she’d come across so far had mistaken her for a noble, and had then given her a look of ‘shock’ when she dismissed it. No matter how far you tried to run, the past would always keep up with you one way or another.
She lifted her head slightly to see how the wound was healing. There was quite a lot of blood, even if he had washed most of it away already. It looked bad. She wondered if it was near enough fatal or not. She decided that it wasn’t. She’d probably be dead by now.
“How about you? You said you were out hunting – are you from around here?” she asked.
Many hunters travelled out of their range for a better kill, so it wouldn’t have come as a surprise to her if Arthur were from a kingdom not too close, yet not too far away.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 19, 2011 14:41:56 GMT -5
Thankfully for Romily, Lancelot didn’t question her heritage and she was more than happy to keep her mouth shut about it.
She played with a strand of her hair as he spoke, and then looked up and smiled a him. “Interested or not, it was merely a warning”.
It was then he asked her why she put up with Eldon and Agnes, there were many reasons that Romily could come up with, but at this she just gave a small shrug. “It’s work – it’s a home. Im technically a guest here myself, so what Eldon and Agnes say, goes” she told him. “So if they were to ask me to leave, then of course I’d have no choice but to go quietly.”
She knew that Eldon wouldn’t kick her out. Agnes would if she had her way, but then there would be no one to do her dirty work for her.
She chuckled at his next words of what she needed to remove when inspecting the wound. “Believe me, I have been in far more awkward situations when it comes to inspecting wounds”.
She wasn’t about to launch into the incident that had happened the year before when she’d met a man called Arthur and had then had to strip down to her underclothes in a cave. “Besides, I have tended to wounds before, it is of no worry to me – would you have me look at it though? I do not want to make you feel uncomfortable seeing as you’ve only just walked through the door!”
She stood up with him after he finished his drink. “Your horse will be well looked after, and I shall see to it myself if I have to” she put his mind at ease, and gestured for him to follow her.
She took the key from her apron pocket and headed up the stairs, listening to Lancelot’s words as he followed her. “14?” she asked, and shook her head sadly, “Too young of an age to fend for yourself, im sorry to hear of it”.
Romily had to fend for herself since she was only three. But she didn’t have the same type of situation as Lancelot’s. For a start, she still had her father who had chosen to ignore her over the years. “When did you decide to seek to become a knight?” she asked.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 19, 2011 14:19:34 GMT -5
No, of course this wasn’t awkward at all! In all honesty, Romily thought that the blood seemed to be draining from Arthur’s face by the second. He didn’t look that good and she was wondering whether to just pin him down (despite his protests) and just tend to him there and then.
She knew that this wasn’t the easiest option as:
1. He was bigger than her
2. It would look as though she wanted something else if she just randomly pinned him down!
3. There was no number 3
“Are you sure?” she asked, “You’re not looking too good yourself”
Romily couldn’t help but wonder whether she’d be right on this occasion. Her wound wasn’t as deep as Arthur’s and he’d had a sword inflict it, she on the other hand? Well she had no idea as to how she got her own.
"You may want to bite down on this,"
A glove? She looked at him and shook her head. “I have a high pain threshold” she lied. Then again she had no idea whether she did or not. There was always a time and place to find out
Unfortunately now.
“You can’t be serious?” what use was a glove anyway? It would hardly make the pain go away. “Anyway, one of these days I may have to endure pain far worse than this wound,” she stated. It was true. Childbirth was most likely more painful than this! “Thank you for your concern any how”
She saw him blink a few times, as though his vision wasn’t all there. “Are you sure you’re all right?” she asked and then before she could say anything else, she felt it. The sharp sting.
It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. Then again she was sure that the areas around the wound had gone numb in the process.
“Ouch”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 18, 2011 15:55:39 GMT -5
Camelot was a very large town. Yassia had commented that Romily might become lost while she was there. She had been right.
Romily had spent the morning looking at the stalls in the market – choosing to explore Camelot at an earlier time of day so as she didn’t disturb Yassia and that she could see it when all was calm. When Romily had ventured into the town, the stalls were already being set up for the days trade. Materials, foods and jewellery all being laid out for potential buyers. The people were friendly too, saying good morning and talking to her.
Soon enough the townspeople were out and about, bustling to and fro, trying to avoid any collisions with one another. Romily had never known a place to be so busy! Now she had no idea what direction she was heading in or whether she was actually going the right way.
If Yassia were with her, she’d have led her into the direction she should be going with ease. Romily wasn’t sure whether she could think of Camelot as her potential home yet. Sure she liked the scenery and she wanted to break free from Eldon and Agnes, but when she had no clue of where she should be, she wished she were back in the village just walking wherever she liked.
Romily looked around, trying to figure where to take her feet next. Left, or right? She’d probably end up outside the city walls with her luck. Anyone watching right now would think she was just another lost soul.
In a way, she felt as though she was.
Timeline: After the end of Series 3
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 18, 2011 15:32:45 GMT -5
Romily sighed. She missed Gwaine very much and had no idea when he was to visit her again. Yassia was now stating her jealousy about her newfound love and Romily could only chuckle. “He is quite extraordinary” she smiled, “but I wouldn’t have him any other way – he treats me well, and even if he hadn’t had said those three words, I would still think the same”. She smiled to herself.
One day her and Gwaine would be together, away from the prying eyes of Eldon and Agnes - everyone if they wished. They only had eyes for one another, and Romily couldn't imagine spending her days with any other man than him.
They wove in between many of the people who were watching the latest showdown between two knights. Romily telling Yassia about who her mystery man’s name was. She came to a stop beside her friend – trying to look like she was at least her maid. She watched the knights who were currently taking various swings at one another. Romily found herself to be quite calm, possibly because she was in the presence of a friend who understood her feelings about being here. “They are very…strong” Romily commented. Both knights were Knights of Camelot. She now recognised the crest as she’d entered the city.
“Did you just … did you just say Gwaine?!” Yassia was now looking at her as though she’d just heard the worst news in the world.
She frowned and nodded, “Yes? Gwaine – that’s his name. He was a wanderer but now he’s a servant” she repeated. Had Yassia been listening at all? Or had Romily made her not by going on about him? “Why?”. Romily was curious now. Yassia looked so shocked – had she run into him at all? There had to be more than one Gwaine in the world, surely?
“It’s just… I know a Gwaine, but he is no servant… no, rather them opposite. What does your Gwaine look like?”
Romily bit her lip. “How very strange!” she laughed slightly, and carried on watching the knights. One of them had just caught a sword in his hand sending the crowd into cheers. She clapped along with them, carrying on watching -“and my Gwaine has dark hair, and looks…” she trailed off slightly as one of the knights on the training field removed his helmet.
“Just like that…”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 18, 2011 15:02:36 GMT -5
She handed him the pouch of water. How on earth they were going to help their wounds with just water and a few cloths she didn’t know. They could still become infected.
She set herself down on the rock and self consciously pulled the top of her under dress up a little more over her chest.
"I would really feel better if you at least let me bind your wound first." She heard Arthur say.
“I told you im fine” she sighed, “we could sit here and have this argument until one of us passes out, yet I still stand by what I say”. She stood up and pulled her hair around so that it draped over one of her shoulders. “It’s awkward enough being half naked in a cave with a man who I barely know, let alone having a disagreement about who needs to tend to who first”
Romily was sure that this was an encounter that she would remember for a long time. And possibly never live down. Eldon’s daughter would have a field day if word of this got out. Romily wasn’t going to go barging back into the inn and yelling out that she’d been taking her clothes off in a cave with a stranger. No matter how much the villagers loved gossip.
"Please," Arthur was now giving her a look. It had some kind of desperation to it, although Romily wasn’t sure whether it was for her benefit or his.
She looked down to where he was bunching up her dress to make some kind of headrest or something. She put her hand to her wound. It was bleeding quite badly. In the end she sighed. “Fine”. She felt as though she could trust him enough with this.
With that she lay down and rested her head on the dress that he’d made to comfort her head on. “But you’ll be the first to know of it if it hurts”.
Anyone passing the cave right now would wonder what the hell was happening in there. Even in her head everything that they’d said to one another had sounded or had been spoken wrong. Her next words didn’t exactly help matters.
“As soon as you’re finished with me, I want you lying down so as I can tend to you – and no excuses”.
Oh dear.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 10, 2011 13:24:06 GMT -5
Romily could tell that Yassia was about to pounce on her with 101 questions – she could see the excitement just filling her friend’s features. Romily rolled her eyes at this.
“My my my… someone’s been busy while I wasn’t looking. You know you’re not gonna get away with so little information, right? What’s his name, what does he do for a living? Is it the scholar I envisioned?”
She shook her head, “Not so much a scholar” she smiled, “but I couldn’t care about anything like that. He’s actually a servant and serves the son of some lord.” She told her as they walked along. “Even though it had been a week since we first met – he told me his feelings and…” she cut of and blushed at the memory, “...and that he loved me”.
She then looked to Yassia, “You don’t think badly of it do you? I know it was all very sudden, but he treats me right. More than I can say for any other man that I’ve met. When im with him I just feel as though nothing else matters anymore.” It was then a small grin appeared on her lips, “it’s like…well, it’s like it was actually meant to happen like that”. She wasn't about to launch into ' it is fate!' and all of that.
Romily carried on heading towards what sounded like a training field, judging from all the cheers and the sounds of metal on metal. Yassia confirmed that her uncle might be there. Romily knew she’d have to keep breathing when she arrived at the field. There were obviously going to be knights there – her worst nightmare was about to become reality. She had to handle this – she’d already managed to speak openly about Frederick, so why not crack another fear?
She then remembered that she hadn’t answered another question that Yassia had included earlier, and she knew that her friend was bursting to know who this mystery man was.
“Oh and his name?” she smiled. “His name is Gwaine”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 10, 2011 12:38:33 GMT -5
“Goodness, Millie, I thought you’d never ask.”
When Gwaine kissed her she felt as though she had no worries in the world. When he kissed her it felt like a blot of lightning streaming through her body on a collision course. When he kissed her she felt safe and under control.
When he kissed her – she felt the adoration and love sear up and through again.
She couldn’t bear to be away from him. What on earth was it that made her be drawn to him so badly? Even though she was with him she still hadn’t yet figured that part out. Gwaine, however was savouring this moment as though it had been years since they’d last set eyes on one another.
“And I thought you never would” she laughed against his lips and drew away from him, still staying in his embrace. She was sure that he wouldn’t let her go as easily this time. “You are a naughty little girl for making me suffer like that. Now, should I tickle you or spank you instead?”.
She smirked at him. “I’d rather just lie with you on the blanket until darkness falls”
She wove her hand around the back of his neck, “and I’d rather you keep a hold of me, otherwise I might just stray again. At this, she went and sat back down on the blanket waiting from him to join her again.
"Are you coming?" she asked
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 10, 2011 11:58:37 GMT -5
“I can totally stand a month without you,”
“No you can’t!” she half sang. Instead she turned and walked back towards him, head held high and ready to keep on. She finally came to a stop in front of him. “I bet you couldn’t stand another second”. She challenged and looked up at him with mischief in her eyes.
“You know what’s really sad Gwaine?” she asked and once again chose to toy with the laces on his shirt. “It’s the fact that we both know we can’t stay away from one another any longer”. She didn’t look at him as she said this, best just to act casually to even give him more reason to want her.
“If I don’t know any better, you wanted to be spanked, you naughty little minx you,”
She pursed her lips. “You forget – you should be treating me like a lady” she chuckled, “and im very sure that spanking me is not very chivalrous at all”. But it was intriguing, and she knew that Gwaine was more than prepared to carry on with these harmless threats.
Romily ran a hand down his cheek and caressed it slightly with her thumb. “You do know that when it comes to this battle, im already winning – don’t you?” she asked.
It was fun to let this side of her be known. Gwaine appeared to be enjoying to so at least she finally had some freedom to be a little wild than the meek little Lady of Wolfhall that she had been.
“Now…shut up and kiss me”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 10, 2011 11:31:03 GMT -5
“Now, that’s that just cruel,” she heard him say as she sauntered away. She smirked and carried on walking.
“Life is cruel Gwaine, but we just have to deal with it” she called back merrily and stopped, looking out to admire the view that had become so familiar to her.
She turned to see Gwaine getting up and folding his arms. He didn’t look at all pleased.
“You come back here this instant, Romily, or I’ll give you a spanking like you’ve never had before,”
“No” she called half laughing. “Because if I did then who knows what could happen - you wouldnt dare hurt me”.
She gave him a sweetly innocent smile. “Besides, I want to see how long it takes you to stay away from me. Surely I cant have that much of an effect on you? You lasted a week without seeing me, so what harm is there from being away from me for a few more minutes?”
Romily had no idea where this had all come from so suddenly, but she was brave enough to actually walk away from him when she could have easily given in and kissed him again. This was fun, toying with his mind – she’d love to know what he was thinking right now, she knew that he would be the first to cave in. After all – he had done earlier when they had kissed.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 10, 2011 10:57:17 GMT -5
“You still feel like you could disappear like a mist before my eyes, and then I’d only wake up in the middle of these woods all alone and desperate.”
Desperate? Well that was something that she could make him feel. “You never know…I may decide to slip away” she spoke against his lips but didn’t kiss him, instead she shifted herself from his embrace and stood up, letting her hair down from it’s clip. She now had a pain in the back of her head where it had been pressed between the ground and her hair. Time to put her little plan into action.
She then turned to Gwaine and smirked, “Who knows, I might not ever come back” with that she smiled to herself and began to walk away from him and where they had been sitting. She knew that he would most likely be confused or come after her. She decided it was more probable that he would do the latter.
If there was one thing that Romily could do to him, then it was making him feel even more desperate than he already appeared to be. Right know she seemed to be doing a good job. She’d already driven him over the edge when they had countless of interruptions before their first kiss – so this was the going to be the cherry on top of the cake.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 10, 2011 10:15:46 GMT -5
“I think so too” she nodded, “It’s nothing I can’t handle, but I will still tell you. I very much doubt he’d lay a finger on me now that he’s met you” she smiled. If Eldon were to insult Romily then she was sure that Gwaine would kill him. Romily knew that in a few weeks she would be away from Eldon and Agnes and with Yassia, so she could then decide what she then wanted to do.
She knew Yassia would want her in Camelot with her, but Romily knew that she couldn’t just up and leave her job like that. It would make her appear inconsiderate to those who were her friends in the village. No matter how much Romily wanted to break free from The Ram – she knew that she wouldn’t be doing so anytime soon. The again, who knew what opportunities lay in wait when she would get to Camelot.
The conversation then turned to Frederick. Romily didn’t want to delve too much into Gwaine’s past and she was pretty sure that he didn’t really want to speak of it. “He’s nothing I can’t handle” she said, “Besides, I don’t think I’ll be running into him again. I’ve no desire to return to Carmelide”.
She could see that Gwaine was thinking about this one. There was no way she’d allow him to come face to face with Frederick. She didn’t want him to know too much. “Im sure that by now he is most likely married to a princess or something – if anything it’s hardly worth me running him through because he isn’t worth the time of day”.
“I just want to lie her beside you, look at you, marvel at your beauty, making sure I’m not dreaming at all…”
She was about to open her mouth to reply when he kissed her again. She pulled him closer, not wanting him to let go.
Finally, she stopped the kiss and smirked at him. “Do you still think that you’re dreaming?” She asked and toyed with the laces on his tunic, her hand running gently down his chest, “or do you still need some convincing?”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 10, 2011 9:36:25 GMT -5
“He is something like that. He treats us more than well, in fact. You could say we are good friends,”
Romily grinned at this. “He sounds like a very good man – if only Eldon could take some tips”. She took a clip from her pocket and pinned her hair up, the slight breeze in the air was making it mess itself around her face.
She listened intently to his story about how the King of Gwent hadn’t helped out his family when his father died. It made Romily think of her own father, and how he had not done a thing to help her when her mother and brother passed. Just kept her away from the rest of the world – only allowing her to socialise with very few people at his own convenience. “Im glad the Princess helped you – there are very few who would help out people who have been through what you have.” His father had served the king then? That wasn’t a surprise then. “He was a servant too? What about your mother?” she asked. Romily knew little of Gwaine’s mother except her name, and that was only because Gwaine had named his horse after her.
“No” was all she said when Gwaine asked about hunting down Frederick, “No – if I do ever happen to see him again, then I need to handle it by myself. Just so he knows that he hasn’t won”
Romily laid back down on the blanket and looked up to the sky. It was a clear with the sun shining. The warmth was pleasant enough. “Im quite full thank you” she smiled. She’d hardly ate anything, but when you had Gwaine admitting his feelings for you – you wouldn’t exactly have food on your mind, nor would you want to eat. Romily only felt full of love and adoration.
“I shall let you decide,” she turned her head and looked up at him, “I have no ideas that spring to mind”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 10, 2011 9:21:50 GMT -5
"Your father ..... well most fathers are quite protective. However, parents of common peasants are generally not protective in that way, especially since their children are not likely to go through the formal process of marriage ..... like a noble would,"
Romily was sure that she’d stopped breathing. He knew. He knew she was of nobility, or at least the suspicion was there. She bit her lip. “Indeed…” Should she tell him? Could she trust him? She’d only ever told Yassia of her secret. “My father was protective of me – more protective than any other nobleman would have over his daughter”. She gave him a knowing look.
Romily took another sip of her drink. “What I mean is that you would hardly want Agnes interrupting your evening” she told him, “and yes – she likes to think she is, but around here – I do all of the work. All she has to do is stand there and look pretty. Most of the time she’s never here so the term ‘landlady’ isn’t exactly applicable to her”. She explained.
"That is quite touching, Romily. Are you generally so protective of ill travelers and other men who come through those doors, or am I receiving some kind of special treatment. And if it is special, why are you taking such an interest in this former Knight of Camelot, he wonders. Rest assured ..... I have no interest in ..... Agnes,"
“For a start I care about any guests and friends of mine who dare to venture inside here” she chuckled, “and secondly, Agnes will just play you like a cat and mouse, so im glad you have no interest because she is hardly worth the bother” harsh, but true.
She nodded at his suggestion. “I shall inspect it, after all I very much doubt that Eldon would want to be dragging a body out of here tomorrow morning”. She drunk the rest of her drink, “Are you ready for me to show you your room now?” she asked.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 10, 2011 8:34:03 GMT -5
Romily nodded when he told her about what he did for a living. “A servant then?” she smiled, “your master must treat you exceptionally well then”.
At least he was receiving better treatment that Eldon gave to her. Eldon didn’t ever do a thing for her apart from letting her keep her room and job. “Im guessing that you serve a lord?”
“From what I saw of it – I couldn’t agree more with you there.” She’d only seen a small amount of Gwent as she’d stayed there for an evening before continuing on in the morning. “Why did you leave there?” she asked. She didn’t know whether Gwaine would answer this question, but it was worth a shot all the same. “A night that I doubt I shall forget in a hurry” she rolled her eyes, that was defiantly a night that would stay in her mind for a while. “And im pretty sure that Eldon won’t forget it either”.
After Gwaine had spoke his mind to Eldon the older man had slightly changed his approach to Romily. At least if Gwaine stuck around then he wouldn’t treat her like his own serving girl anymore.
“I’m sorry about Sir Frederick. Knights are nobles, they could be pompous braggarts, but I hear some of them are truly noble by heart,”
She could’ve scoffed at this but didn’t – “Sir Frederick is anything but noble by heart – he ruined my life, and im pretty sure that he would do the same to any other woman in Albion” she became a little angry, but managed to calm herself down. If she ever came across Frederick again she wanted to run at him with a sword. That would teach him.
“Lancelot” she confirmed, “he used to be a Knight of Camelot, but had left his rank – then he was a wanderer a bit like yourself” she smiled, “He was kind to me, even though I was wary at first – but he was a good man.” Lancelot had been. Even if he considered himself to be a loner and not an interesting person, Romily had found him interesting all the same. “I hope I meet him again one day – perhaps he has received the good fortune of becoming a knight again”. She doubted it, but being a knight was all that Lancelot had wanted when he and Romily had spoken.
“Anyway – that’s all there really is to know about me” she shrugged.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 10, 2011 8:11:44 GMT -5
She wasn’t used to compliments. She shook it off, “you haven’t offended me, it’s just that no one has really said anything about my beauty before” apart from Frederick, but that was all lies. “and because I was kept away, no one has ever given me a compliment either – im not used to them so forgive my reaction.”
"You were kept shut away? By whom, and why would they wish to do such a thing, unless they wanted to protect you from the prying eyes of others."
Great. That had done it – she was sure that he’d guess of her noble roots now. She couldn’t lie. “My father” she replied, “He was very…protective, of me”. She knew that protective wasn’t even the right word for the situation she and her father had.
After sitting herself down again she laughed at Lancelot’s next words. “As a matter of fact it was you we were talking about actually” she admitted, “Agnes is the landlord’s daughter, and was planning on disrupting your evening” she rolled her eyes, “and given the fact that you look rather tired from your journey I told her to stay away from you- it is for your own good after all, she’s like a vulture when it comes to men” Romily chuckled, “so if you do happen to take a fancy to her – you know where to find her.”
Romily hoped for Lancelot’s sake that he didn’t seek Agnes out. She knew Agnes inside out. She’d play the flirty barmaid and then would lead men into thinking they had a chance. She’d then drop them and move onto the next victim.
Lancelot then explained about how he’d wandered through the forest and had been injured – stating that he’d now recovered. “Are you quite sure?” she asked, what if he hadn’t. “I could always check your injury just to make sure that it is properly recovered”. Eldon wouldn’t be too pleased if he had to remove a body from his inn the next morning. Better to be safe than sorry.
“Why not?” she smiled, she was eager to find out more about this mysterious Lancelot. “I have all evening anyway – tell me more”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 10, 2011 7:11:03 GMT -5
“Would it be wrong of me to say that I do? Would you think me thoughtless and insensitive to say the words so soon?”
Romily shook her head and smiled. “Not at all – no one can help what is in their heart – whether they be words or actions” she replied, “so no I don’t not think of you like that – I think it rather brave”.
It was. Romily hadn’t been expecting Gwaine to admit that he loved her, nor she admitting it to him herself “Does it really matter that much to you, Millie? If I tell you I am a prince or a lowly pauper who steals handsome clothes, would it change the way you feel about me?”
“Nothing would ever make me change the way I feel about you – I promise that” she told him, “I couldn’t care less about whether you were a peasant or a very rich man – the only reason I ask is because it would be quite nice to have some insight into what you do, after all – something important must have taken you away from here last week when you had to leave”.
She laughed when Gwaine told her what he would give, everything that seemed so impossible so it seemed. She looked away from him and smiled. She couldn’t give him anything brilliant in comparison. “The only thing that I could give you is…well…just myself – and my love. Im just a barmaid after all” she said this quietly. If she had been a noble then she would’ve made sure she gave him everything she possessed.
He was from Gwent? She shook her head when he asked if she knew that. “I did not – I’ve passed through Gwent on my way here” she admitted. He hated nobles. Great. She couldn’t tell him that she was a lady and her father was actually a lord from the Carmelide court. She could’ve told him if she wanted, but now he’d said that she decided some things wee best left unsaid. If he hated nobles, then he’d hate her.
Romily looked down as he took her hands in his. “Im from Carmelide” she told him, “I used to live there with just my father – my mother died when I was young and so I brought myself up. It was a few years ago when I arrived at Eldon’s inn – I’d been wandering for quite some time and was lucky when he not only offered me a roof over my head, but a job too.” She took a deep breath and then decided to tell him more.
“On my travels I met a Knight when I stopped off at an inn – he was called Sir Frederick l'Adoube .” Ok sort of true but twisted so she didn’t reveal too much of her past, “I was mistreated and ever since then I’ve always hated Knights. I know I shouldn’t have let one incident make me completely biased about them – but since that, I’ve never trusted any other knights I’ve come across apart from one who visited the inn just earlier this year. He slightly altered my opinion of them but I still cannot trust them” she admitted.
Strangely, she didn’t feel upset anymore. She felt nothing – perhaps this was the beginning of her finally letting go of Frederick, and the past.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 10, 2011 6:05:47 GMT -5
“I would gladly be your bandit. I would whisk you away to far away lands and let you live in the filth of the roads with no money of our own…just our love to see us through…”
Her heart skipped a beat as the word ‘love’ was thrown in there. He loved her? She looked to him, “You…you really love me?” she asked.
She looked up at him as his hand moved around her waist and over her stomach. She felt as though she was going to melt. She grasped his hand and smirked at him. “I am quite ticklish, but im not about to tell you where – you might just take advantage of me”. She couldn’t care less if he did or not, she just wanted to be with him. “And I don’t care for rules – now answer the question” she narrowed her eyes and smirked again, moving up and placing a long and lingering kiss on his lips “or else”.
Gwaine then didn’t believe her. Of course he wouldn’t, she knew that he would have guessed other men might have taken an interest in her in the past – but none of them had shown her any light like Gwaine had. “There is no one else I want but you,” she told him sincerely. “Just you” she kissed him lightly again, “and only you” she said against his lips.
“I swear on Leonie that I have never felt this way towards any woman before. I would gladly give my life for you, Millie. I don’t know what it is that you do to me, but I love it, and I…“I…would give anything to keep you.”
“Anything?” she asked as he kissed her again. “Ok then…what would you give? Even though there is no danger of you losing me”.
Romily wondered just how far Gwaine was prepared to go to actually ‘keep her’. She would go to the ends of the earth for him if she had to – she’d even do something drastic if it meant never being able to lay eyes on him again.
That was when she truly knew she was in love, that her heart would always belong to him and would never be replaced.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 10, 2011 4:51:24 GMT -5
“You’re right, I am no bandit. I am too handsome to be one,”
She laughed at this and kissed his hand. “But you can be my bandit” she smiled. Dear lord if her father were to know what she was now doing he wouldn’t just lock her away, but would kill her. Luckily for her she was never going to see him again – but what if he was the one who came looking for her? If she had still been living at Wolfhall a noble woman, would he accept Gwaine as her choice? Probably not. But that all didn’t matter now. What mattered were the present and the future.
“The bandit and his barmaid” she snorted. It all sounded too good to be true.
Gwaine then went on to talk about a game, which involved telling each other about themselves. She watched him pick up an apple and take a bite out of it. “I swear on this delicious apple that I have been to all corners of Albion. I have been to Gwent, Mercia, Camelot…all the kingdoms. I’m quite the wanderer,”
Romily looked down at the blanket and smiled. “I believe you” – why shouldn’t she? After all there wasn’t anything about Gwaine that made her suspicious of him. “So…what exactly is it that you do? After all you look very much like nobility” she smirked. She didn’t care whether this flawed the rules of the game or not.
Romily then took a piece of bread and held it up. “I swear on this – well, quite smallish - piece of bread, that I have never received such attentions from another man, quite like this before.”
Sure yes, there had been many men that had given her attentions but they had never gone to the lengths that Gwaine had. She wanted to keep him forever.
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