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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 9, 2011 14:53:12 GMT -5
When the subject changed to Romily’s own love life, she just looked to the ground and smiled. “There is…someone…” she didn’t know whether to tell Yassia about all of what had happened with her and Gwaine just yet – after all, she and Gwaine had only admitted their feeling to one another just a few months previously. Romily wasn’t entirely sure as to where everything was headed for the moment, they hadn’t seen one another for quite sometime due to busy lives. Romily still had no clue as to how Gwaine spent his days – but they were obviously hectic ones. She made a mental note to ask him the next time he came to visit her.
“He came to the inn and stayed for the evening. We began to talk and that’s all there is to know really” that wasn’t even half of it. She didn’t even want to go into Gwaine’s drunken state he’d been in. “He took me for a picnic some weeks ago in the most beautiful place ive ever seen. I didn’t even know of its existence until we got there”.
Romily looked at her friend and smiled. “It’s early days – but he treats me well”.
"Oh, and don’t be surprised if my uncle greets you very warmly as well. I practically never stopped telling him about your kindness. But no worries, “I didn’t tell him about your background. That secret is safe with me”
Romily nodded at this and gave a small laugh, “I look forward to meeting him- and thank you for not saying anything.” She told her as they climbed the stairs to Yassia’s room. Romily put her bag in and then both of them made their way back down and outside.
“So…where is this uncle of yours to be found?” she asked, following Yassia. It was the most beautiful day she’d come across. The sky was blue with not a cloud in sight. Romily was glad that she’d decided to visit Yassia now.
Eldon had been very annoyed when she announced she was taking a trip to Camelot, but had let her go all the same. His daughter, Agnes – had told her not to get robbed by bandits along the way and to hope that the weather didn’t ruin her dress.
Romily couldn’t have given a pigs ear about whether she turned up in a ripped dress and drenched from a heavy downpour. As long as she got there safely that was all that mattered – and she had done. Take that Agnes!
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 9, 2011 13:33:15 GMT -5
"Too superior .... I think not .... I think rather it has a certain amount of beauty .... like its bearer."
Romily blushed and looked away. It wasn’t hard not to like Lancelot. Even if he was a knight – or ex knight, he was still very charming. Then again – Frederick had been charming too, that was until…
Well, anyway she finally regained some composure. “I am anything but that,” she told him, “whatever people may say I still think of myself as rather plain.”
Her father had drummed that one into her. even when she was looking nice in her dresses he’d still sigh and say that she would never make any man happy.
“You and I both” she told him as he explained about a solitary life, “I was kept shut away – im not one for large crowds of people because of it. Just going to the market makes me feel giddy – but I am getting used to it. I used to be afraid but since meeting new people it’s allowed me to socialise more – and my job defiantly gives a lot of that”.
It was then she frowned. “Did you not socialise with many people when you were a knight?” she asked. Surely he had some friends to rely on?
She watched Lancelot as he ate. At least he’d have a proper meal this evening. He was quite handsome now she was seeing him up close. Dark hair with kind eyes. Romily knew that he was no ordinary knight, but kept to the standards that were expected of him all the same. Even if he was no longer active within that rank. “It was no trouble at all – I treat the guests as though they are friends,” she told him, before spying Eldon’s daughter beckoning her over. “If you will excuse me” she smiled and got up – heading over to where Eldon’s daughter was hanging over the bar.
“Who’s that and where can I get one?” she smirked
“A guest – and you can leave him alone, he’s very tired from his journey”
Eldon’s daughter pursed her lips, “and I suppose that you are the one who shall be making him more…comfortable?”.
Romily rolled her eyes at the accusation. “I shall be making sure he gets a peaceful night without any distractions – if that is what you’re implying?”
“It must be so hard for him” Eldon’s daughter sighed and rested her chin on her palm, “distractions are so easy to come by when you are around”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Nothing” Eldon’s daughter pushed herself off of the bar, “I was just merely stating that you’ve been known to turn more than a few heads since your arrival”.
If this was her way of saying that Romily was pretty then Romily wasn’t buying it. Eldon’s daughter was never one for compliments or friendliness for that matter. As she walked away Romily watched her leave before heading back to Lancelot. “Im sorry about that – she’s the landlord’s daughter,” she told him before anymore questions were asked
He then asked about with scenario she was speaking of. Romily thought back for a second on what he’d said, “All three” she smiled, “at least then we have a topic – if you wish to discuss it that is”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 8, 2011 18:35:05 GMT -5
Romily was standing firm on her word. Yassia couldn’t persuade her otherwise. “You will excuse me though for not treating you like a servant. That’ll be the day! You’re my best friend and the world shall know it, no matter who you pretend to be. Besides…I might not even need your help with my bodices… believe it or not, I practiced!”
She couldn’t help but chuckle at this, “My, my – things certainly have changed for you since you arrived here then” she smirked, “I take it you can now do them yourself”
Romily was saddened by Yassia’s story. In order for her to take a husband they would have to be fit to take on all the duties of a royal. It always escaped Romily’s mind that Yassia was indeed a Queen. She was so much like everyone else that she blended into this life perfectly. Romily never could – she knew that she would always be mistaken for a noble upon every first meeting that she would have with a different person.
“I am sure that there has to be at least one man here who is fit enough to be your future husband! And we shall find him!” Romily laughed.
They carried on walking, with Yassia asking whether Romily wanted to put her bags down first or meet Yassia’s uncle.
“How about I put my bag in your room and then we meet this famous uncle of yours – you’ve spoken about him so much that I feel as though I practically know him myself!”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 8, 2011 17:54:03 GMT -5
"It is of concern to me then,"
She shook her head at this. It was still all very awkward but what were they to do? Bleed to death? For Romily she couldn’t care. She’d almost killed herself in the process of escaping so now – in the process of recovering, it wouldn’t hurt. At least Arthur would go on living. If she managed to live though this then she wouldn’t be casually telling the locals at the ram - “Oh yes, funny story – a man called Arthur and I stripped down in a cave and stared at one another’s wounds”. Although it sounded funny in her head, it would sound more disturbing when being told verbally.
“Why were you in the forest anyway?” she suddenly asked. It wasnt everyday that people would willingly venture into the Forest of Balor.
She saw him rip the bottom of his shirt. Thankfully he’d been chivalrous enough to turn is back while she’d undressed. At first she thought he was staring at her chest, but then realised it was at her wound. If it had have been the first, then she couldn’t have dealt with pervertedness. And on both of their accounts they had no choice but to look at one another. Well the wounds anyway.
"I'll need you to, lie down,"
Oh come on! She looked at him in disbelief.
So now after making her take most of her clothes off he wanted her to lie down. This was defiantly improper! She frowned slightly at him, “Perhaps it would be better if I treated you first – after all, and I said earlier that it’s only a scratch”.
That was a lie. The so-called ‘scratch’ was practically a large cut. She’d studied it earlier as she’d…erm…taken her clothes off for him. Lying down? What on earth was he planning on doing? They were in a cave and not in full dress for crying out loud! Anyone who would’ve passed them at that point would have instantly raised their brows. Then nature of the situation was an awkward one for sure. Surely it was possible to treat a wound whilst sitting down?
“I should go and get some water, that way at least im safe in the knowledge of knowing that I’ve cleaned your wound before it could become infected”
She had a drinking pouch with her that she could fill and use. Here she was by a stream in her underskirts. It was like every mans fantasy if they were to walk past!
The whole thing was completely insane, so the sooner they’d dealt with one another the better.
She ventured back to the cave and held up the pouch for Arthur to see. “Now, at least we have something to use that will help”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 8, 2011 17:29:00 GMT -5
Before her father had a chance to even usher her from the hall, both of the twins had jumped up. Prince Tristan first who reached her, and kissed the top of her hand – closely followed by Princess Luciana.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lady.”
Romily bowed her head and smiled slightly, “and I you, sire” she replied quietly. All the attention now was directed to her, and she didn’t like it one bit. She wasn’t used to it and nor did she think she would ever be. She hadn’t even been presented at the court of Carmelide. A woman her age would have been by now. No – not Romily. Her father would keep her locked up forever.
It was then the princess decided to speak. “Lord Durwin, do you think you could persuade you daughter to stay and keep me company?” Romily was a little taken aback. Why would she want her company anyway? She had no knowledge of the world unlike this princess who had obviously travelled far and wide.
“I really have to get back to…” she was cut off by Durwin giving her a look and then turning back to the princess.
“My daughter is unwell – such events like this make her tiresome” he began, “But…seeing as it is royalty that she is present in then I do not see why she shouldn’t”
Something was going on here. Romily proposed that Durwin only wanted her to stay because she’d received the attentions of the prince. It wouldn’t surprise her if she was given instructions to entertain him rather than his sister.
“Father I really must…” she began but was met with another look, Durwin’s grip tightened more on her wrist.
“Come sweetheart – surely you would not turn down an invitation such as this? And from royalty too?” he smiled a false loving smile at her and then leant into her ear. “Keep smiling – no one wants a miserable wife – nor I a miserable daughter”.
Miserable? He’d allowed her to become more than that already! Wife??? Just what was he suggesting? This was not good – she was now wishing she’d stayed in her room rather than go in search of a stupid book.
Romily turned back and smiled a small smile.
“If the princess wishes it – then I would be honoured”
“Excellent!” Durwin clapped his hands together and then walked around the table, pulling out an available chair next to where Luciana had been seated. Romily sat down. “Now gentleman…ladies? Shall we resume our conversations?” her father asked and once again the hall erupted into mixed conversation.
She knew that all evening Durwin would be staring over the rim of his goblet, watching her every move.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 8, 2011 16:33:41 GMT -5
Arthur. Well, at least now they were on first name terms. Until she told him his that is. He’d pointed out that she was also injured, but Romily – like the girl she was just shrugged it off. “My injury isn’t of any concern to me at the moment.” She replied, it wasn’t but it still stung.
It was then he begun to remove his shirt??!!! She hadn’t seen that one coming. She could see he was having a little trouble and helped him to pull it over his head. “There…” she said, “obviously it’s not in the most generous of places” she referred to the wound. She looked away quickly – this was very improper, for a start he was topless in front of her and she was looking! Well not at his body but at the wound, but then again it was hard not to…oh forget it!
Arthur’s tone had changed to a softer one as he spoke. Obviously to allow some kind of trust to form between the both of them. After all – they were going to need it if they were going to be in the cave for a while. She perched herself on a rock and toyed with a strand of hair nervously. “Romily”. She finally confirmed. After all – it were far better knowing one another’s name than having to give nicknames such as ‘the stranger’.
He was now commenting on her wound. She looked down to see the blood beginning to seep through as easily as rainwater. Many women would faint at the sight but Romily just kept her eyes focused on it. “It’s just a scratch – besides, yours is bigger than mine”.
"You're, going to have to remove your dress."
WHAT!!!! Her head snapped up at this. She couldn’t do that! Not in front of him anyway! She hardly knew him and it wasn’t exactly the proper thing for a woman to do. She looked at him and then stood up. If it was the only way to help their injuries then she had no choice.
She self-consciously unlaced the front of her bodice, her eyes flickering up to his every so often. She pushed one sleeve off of her shoulder and then did the same with the other, wincing slightly again as the pain shot through her side. She let her dress drop to the floor leaving her in just her underskirts.
Keeping her eyes on the floor she leant down gently and picked it up, laying it across the rock
This wasn’t exactly the most appropriate of circumstances. Alone with a topless man called Arthur, and her in just her underskirts that practically showed more flesh than her actual dress had. Both wounded, but with more regard for one another than themselves.
Oh, and they were in a cave.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 8, 2011 15:17:13 GMT -5
Entering into strange and dark caves with mysterious men wasn’t a past time of Romily’s – nor would she have even considered it if he hadn’t had suggested it as a hiding place.
She still had yet to learn his name. At least he wasn’t trying to kill her or drag her back to his master to face death. She was more surprised at herself for following him when he told her they needed to find somewhere to hide earlier on.
The cave was dark and concealed very well. How had they found it? Oh yes, when she’d stumbled down the ravine and practically rolled into it. Smooth going Romily. So far she’d managed to almost get herself killed, trip over tree roots and embarrass herself. How was she not dead yet??
She looked around, not knowing how long she’d have to spend hiding out there with a total stranger. She then turned to him; the only few rays of light seemed to cast across half of him. That was when she noticed the injury.
“You’re hurt” she commented and moved closer to take a look at the wound. Either it had been received whilst fighting the guard or as they were running for safety. Romily knew that she was also hurt but wouldn’t bother about herself until she knew that the one that the man had received wasn’t potentially fatal.
She studied him and his features. It was the first time she’d actually taken any notice since he’d revealed himself. Tall, muscular and blonde. Obviously handy with a sword and not having any concerns for his own life. Just who was he? And what on earth was he doing in the Forest of Balor?
Romily had seen a small stream near to the cave. At least there was water to drink and to clean the wound.
“I still have yet to learn your name,” she said, looking at the bloodied mark on his tunic rather than at him. Her eyes then looked up at him, “for all I know you could still be one the guards in disguise…”
Her own wound hurt. She could feel the blood pumping and the sting like a bee. She knew she had one to her right side of her ribs – she still couldn’t recall as to how she’d received it though. She winced slightly, hoping that he hadn’t heard. She didn’t want to appear the typical damsel in distress. Instead she cast her eyes to the floor and smiled slightly. “It needs to be cleaned” she gestured to the wound again; “there’s a stream nearby – so at least we’ll have water”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 4, 2011 12:52:15 GMT -5
Romily laughed lightly as Lancelot asked why people never called her by her real name. “It sounds too…” what could she say? She couldn’t say noble – then her whole cover was blown and questions would be raised. “Too superior” she told him, “and Millie has stuck with me since I arrived in the village so im just used to being called that and introducing myself as by that name now”. She explained.
She declined his offer of a cloak “I’m fine – besides we’re almost there”.
“Believe it or not I find you interesting” she told him honestly, “and I guess it’s nice to find someone who I can actually hold a conversation with once in a while. Especially talking about different subjects – I get so bored of the locals droning on about their hard day and why im not married yet, so to me, this is my definition of an interesting conversation”.
Once taking Lancelot’s horse to the stables, Romily headed on inside the inn where she found him sitting leant back against one of the walls at a table. She got him a drink and then went to make up his room and lastly, to bring him something to eat. “Here you go – you look hungry” she smiled and placed the plate down in front of him.
Romily then took a seat opposite Lancelot. “So I’ve prepared your room, whenever you want to go just say and I’ll show you to it.” She took a sip from her own drink; she’d have something to eat before she went to bed later on that evening. “And welcome to my home” she gestured to the lively bar around her. “Every girls dream, this is”.
She couldn’t help but laugh to herself. Hopefully, one day she’d finally be free of Eldon and his ways. But for now – she just had to call this home.
“So…how long have you been wandering the forest then?” she asked, conversation needed to be made and Romily felt slightly awkward when the man sat opposite her was clearly tired.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 3, 2011 12:24:12 GMT -5
I am fully aware that I listen to too much Coldplay and Tudors and I’ve only actually just discovered this since writing all these songs down! Anywaaaaaaays, here’s Romily’s.
Romily’s General Theme’s
> Jane Seymour’s Theme – The Tudors Soundtrack (Season 3)
> Time of which we have no knowledge – The Tudors Soundtrack (Season 4)
> A Howling Wilderness…- The Tudors Soundtrack (Season 3)
Towards Others
Gwaine (Blush / Treat Every Barmaid Like A Lady)
> Blush (Only You) – Plumb
> Broken Arrow – Pixie Lott
> Noticed – Mute Math
> Starry Eyed – Ellie Goulding
> First Time – Lifehouse
> Swallowed In The Sea – Coldplay
Yassia (The Simple Life / I’ve Just Seen A Face)
> Girls Just Want To Have Fun- Cyndi Lauper
> Cuckoo – Lissie
> Roll Away Your Stone – Mumford and Sons
> Our Time Is Here – Camp Rock Soundtrack!!! 
Arthur (Bad Romance Thread)
> Bad Romance – Lady Gaga (Sorry! Couldn’t resist!)
> Kings and Queens – 30 Seconds to Mars (Dunno why but it’s good for the muse)
> 2-1 – Imogen Heap
> Cemeteries of London – Coldplay
Lancelot (The Wilderness)
> Believe – The Bravery
> Talk - Coldplay
> Don’t Panic – Coldplay
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 3, 2011 11:30:02 GMT -5
Romily could only watch as the stranger fought the guard. She was safe for now. He was quite strong in comparison to her pursuer, who was struggling to keep up. Finally he fell to the ground, Romily kept her eyes on him, and afraid that he may jump up at any moment and spot her.
“Come on, we need to get out of here," she heard the stranger yell.
She didn’t waste any time in heading out from behind the tree, hitching up her skirts as she followed him, running for her life once again – whether the guard was dead or not. Who knew if there were more of Cenred’s men lurking somewhere and watching. They could pounce on them at any moment.
She followed after him, trying to keep up. He was quite quick on his feet and Romily, who had never done running like this in her life, was finding it hard to keep up. She would stumble occasionally, not looking where she was going but eventually a root that was growing out of the ground finally sent her tumbling to the forest floor.
Ouch. She didn’t think she’d done herself much of an injury. She got up slowly and brushed down her dress – she couldn’t run anymore. It was impossible; she’d pass out if she had to.
Her eyes met that of the man who had been leading the way in front of her. She could stare suspiciously at him. For all she knew it could be a trap, but something about him told her that he wasn’t out to harm her.
Romily looked around the forest and then back at him. “Are there anymore?” she asked, her voice breathless and shaky.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 3, 2011 10:48:27 GMT -5
Romily decided to head down to the library – she wouldn’t disturb anyone in there and at least she’d be out of the way of her father and his company.
She walked down the stairs quietly and into the hallway where the library was situated at the end of it. In order to get there that would mean passing the dining room and she could hear the voices getting more clearer as she approached.
As she passed she glanced in – hoping that no one would spot her if she walked by quickly, but instead she was met with the eyes of her father, looking daggers at her as well as the other diners also stopping their conversations to look.
Durwin stood up and walked over to her, giving her a kiss on both cheeks. “May I introduce my daughter, the Lady Romily de Braose.” He turned to the guests. She felt slightly uncomfortable but curtsied at the guests.
“Gentleman – Ladies” she began, “I am sorry for the interruption, now if you will excuse me, I am unwell”.
As she turned to leave her father pulled her back gently, “Come sweetheart – before you run off I would like to introduce you to some special guests of mine – King Alaric and Queen Valeria of Armorica, and their two children Princess Luciana and…” Durwin led Romily to stop in front of the family, “Prince Tristan”.
Romily curtsied to both sets. “It is a pleasure to meet you – I hope that my father had provided you with much comfort”.
Durwin kept a form grip on her hand and put another round her waist, guiding her to the doorway. “Run along sweetheart” he told her, “You need your rest”. He kissed her hand gently. The doting father role – how false, this was the first time in months he’d actually made a whole spectacle of this role.
She didn’t need any kind of rest truth be told, but she would listen to her father anyway.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 3, 2011 10:28:39 GMT -5
Yassia’s comment could only make Romily chuckle. It wasn’t the first time that anyone had asked whether she was of nobility or not. If anything, they were more surprised when she confirmed that she was just a barmaid. Gwaine had made comments like this and another visitor she’d had to the Ram called Lancelot.
Romily missed Gwaine. She had not seen him since their little picnic. If he were to turn up at the Ram now, then she wouldn’t be there to greet him – and she was sure that Eldon wasn’t a good substitute in her absence.
“I have, but I do not plan on wearing it though. I will simply act as your handmaiden.” She told Yassia. She wasn’t planning on blowing her cover, even if no one in Camelot knew of her. “Besides, it’s far more fitting. I made myself a new dress just so I could pass as a trusted servant of yours” she smirked and gestured to the one she was wearing.
She was a little surprised to learn that Yassia had no man yet. That needed to be sorted and fast. “Why ever not?” she frowned. Yassia then went onto explain about why so many knights were present and that they could be at court together. “It sounds...fun, i suppose - i've never been to court, all the times my father had the chance to present me but i was made to stay at home– but I suppose you are used to all the feasts and what not now you’re back to nobility again” she smirked.
Romily knew that if she had to go to court then she'd have some kind of panic attack - she disliked large crowds having not been accustomed to them before, even if she did know how she should act around nobility. "and besides - you know my opinion of knights - so being stuck in a room full of them wouldn't do me any favours".
Yassia led her to the citadel. Romily could only gaze in awe at it. “You have no idea how envious I am of you right now – it’s such a…well I can’t describe it – It’s just so full of life compared to where I am from” she referred this back to both the village and Carmelide. Then again she’d never set foot in the city of Carmelide.
“And im surprisingly awake. The journey wasn’t that long” she confirmed and followed Yassia.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 3, 2011 10:12:06 GMT -5
She felt comfortable just lying there on the blanket in his arms. It was as though the final piece of a puzzle had been put into place to complete the whole picture. The view was amazing and she had never even considered such circumstances as this when she had been a noble. It would be improper – to fall in love with a man at first sight. Love? Wait? Was this how love felt? She’d never felt anything like it before, not even with Frederick.
If her father had seen her now he would have gone mad. Romily was more surprised at herself – was it too early on? It felt crazy but so right!
“Tell me, Millie, are you not afraid? You barely know me, and yet you have welcomed me into your life so easily,”
Romily thought for a moment. In fact it was longer than a moment – it was true, and she never really trusted anyone anymore unless she knew them well – but there was something about Gwaine that made her feel as though she’d known him all of her life. In the end she came to the conclusion that with all the kindness and concern that Gwaine had given her – she just wanted to be loved and to love in return. Was it so much to ask?
“Believe me, I have never done anything like this. Past experiences have left me meek and without a nature like this one. But now? Now I feel myself saying ‘Why not? Why not give it a chance, after all we only have one shot at life so just live it”. She smiled, “You don’t exactly know me either – we have all the time in the world” she told him, “But how about we start off with you – I know for certain that you are no bandit”
She couldn’t help but laugh as she said this. He’d told her he was a bandit when they had first met – then again he hadn’t exactly been in the right state of mind. “So go on…surprise me, and then perhaps I shall tell you a little more about me”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 30, 2011 15:50:18 GMT -5
This was the first time she’d seen her father look as nervous as anything. To have royalty in his home as well as other friends of nobility. It was just as unlikely as a king being friends with a peasant. Her father just happened to be entertaining the royal family of Armorica. Only because his mutual friendship with the King of Carmelide had provided him with the opportunity.
Wolfhall Manor wasn’t exactly the best location to entertain royalty, but the house itself was big enough to accommodate them along with thirteen other people. Durwin de Braose had been ranting on about this visit for neigh on a week, and now the time was here for him to actually impress. Romily couldn’t help but laugh inside at just how worked up he was getting.
She was now currently in her room. She would not be attending that evening. Her father had told her that it was his duty on the behalf of the King of Carmelide to introduce him to a more varied circle of nobles. Varied? That didn’t even make sense, especially if royalty was involved. Romily didn’t know a thing about the family and didn’t really care to say the least. At least she wasn’t expected to dress up and sit with a false smile plastered on her face for most of the evening. Instead she’d find solace in her private chambers just reading, embroidering or chatting with her maid Bonnie.
“When are they coming?” she asked from the corner, currently embroidering by the window and trying to see with not the best light. She couldn’t be bothered to move though, she was far too comfortable.
“Soon my lady, I heard one of the servants tell your father that everything is ready for their arrival”.
“Will they be staying here?” she asked. She knew that his other friends wouldn’t as they had only short journeys to Wolfhall.
Bonnie shrugged, “If they are then we’ll have to keep on our toes – cant be going and offending royalty now can we?”
As Romily’s bedroom only had the view of the gardens, she couldn’t see when they were to arrive. “Hopefully not – he can’t shut me away in here for a week” she replied. Durwin had tried to do that before. Romily hardly had enough freedom as it was without being confined to her chambers for a certain amount of time, just because he didn’t want her to mix with people until he judged their characters and was satisfied. Then, and only then would he introduce her. Those times were rare.
“They have a daughter though, so I heard” Bonnie piped up again. “The royal family of Armonica that is” she confirmed
Romily looked up, “Oh? Is she pretty?” she asked
“I’ll let you know when I see her my lady” Bonnie chuckled, “I’ll be back later my lady, you father wants me to serve the guests downstairs this evening.”
Romily nodded and watched her maid leave and close the door behind her. Time to get started on that book.
It felt like hours had passed and Romily had got halfway through a book and given up, going back to her embroidery. Perhaps she should consider getting any early night, after all – darkness was falling and there was nothing left to stay awake for, even if that would mean having to listen to the laughter coming from downstairs.
Setting: Wolfhall Manor, Carmelide
Timeline: Beginning of S1
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 30, 2011 14:25:04 GMT -5
Romily ventured further into the city. You could so easily get lost in here she wondered where on earth she was heading to.
She also noted the many knights passing. They were not Knights of Camelot as she’d seen the colours of them before. They were obviously from other kingdoms and here for some event.
That was when she noticed her. The knights were watching as they passed, bowing their heads to the woman with dark flowing hair and dressed in a familiar silver dress that Romily knew had once belonged to her. Yassia! She was standing just outside the citadel and obviously was looking for her. Then she spotted her and quickly ran, not caring for the looks she was receiving.
“Yassia!” she cried as her friend embraced her. “It’s been so loooong!” she pulled apart with her hands on her friends’ shoulders to take a good look at her. “Look at you – you look like a noblewoman!” she grinned.
Compared to Yassia, Romily looked like a normal peasant girl, in her own handmade dresses that were practically starting to become worn around the bottom. She’d made a dress just for her stay here. It was a nice peach shade with a laced up bodice, but suitable enough for her to pass as a normal peasant anyway. “Why are there so many knights here?” she asked. To Romily, this was her idea of hell. “They’ve not all come to line up to ask for your hand have they?” she smirked.
Romily wondered whether her friend had been fortunate enough to find love yet. After all – with her looks it was certainly hard not to stare.
She looked around the city and then up at the castle behind them. “So…this is the famous Camelot that you’ve spoke but nothing of in your letters” she smiled. “I envy you – it’s a beautiful place”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 29, 2011 15:15:15 GMT -5
She couldn’t help but laugh as Gwaine’s face lit up when she’d finished. Obviously he’d been expecting rejection. She wondered if any other woman had turned him down before. Perhaps the villagers had been right, perhaps Gwaine could be the one to take care of her? Romily felt some relief that they had both come clean about their feelings. Nervous or not she now felt as though whatever happened, happened for a reason. Hopefully more good than bad.
He was so happy that he got to his feet. “Gwaine?” she frowned but he was already off and running to the edge of the cliff. What? Was he about to jump off of it? Had he actually been faking it? “Gwaine what are you doing!” she called. Thankfully he was now shouting out so that everyone in Albion could hear him. Obviously he was happy. His eyes confirmed it.
She laughed as he came running back and pulled her to her feet, swinging her around. “Gwaine! Really!” she chuckled, “Now put me down!” but he was on a high and now talking to Leonie, who merely gave a small neigh before going back to eating. Obviously Leonie didn’t care for love, or the joys it could bring. She was only a horse after all. “Anyone would think that I’d said something that was music to your ears” she laughed and watched him walk back over.
“I’m here now, Millie. You will never ever feel lost again,”
As he kissed her she felt as though she was being lifted up even though it wasn’t Gwaine that was physically doing so. As they pulled away she ran a hand down his cheek again and leant her forehead against his. “I love it when you call me that” she told him and smiled. There was something about the way he said her name that almost made her heart want to melt. “I don’t ever want to have you leave me again”.
Romily knew that this was the start of something. The start of something that could be so perfect, and she was prepared to do whatever it took for it to stay that way, then again it wasn’t that impossible if Gwaine was with her.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 29, 2011 14:45:41 GMT -5
Romily could only smile and nod when he mentioned about the code that was upheld by the Knights of Camelot. He also said about seeking out the perpretatior for punishment. “You may know of him, he is a Knight of Carmelide called Sir Frederick l'Adoube” she told him, “may appear nice on the outside, but a traitor on the inside” she felt her fists clench slightly.
It was amazing how after she thought she’d got over the betrayal that he was still able to get under her skin. It wasn’t even her fault! He’d led her on and then her father had caught them at the wrong time!
When Lancelot spoke about her being shy about her appearance she nodded. “Many people have said the same thing. I tend to shy away from it though – I do not think of myself as beautiful so I guess it still makes me become more shy when people comment on it” she told him.
She could only laugh when he chose to go with Millie. “Everyone knows me by that name anyway – it’s very rare that I am called Romily by anyone these days” she replied, “But I like it”.
He was certainly beginning to give her a little bit of leeway in her mind about Knights and what they stood for. He seemed entirely different to any other that she’d met. He wasn’t arrogant and didn’t go on about his rank. Perhaps not all of them were bad. Well Lancelot at least. She found his conversation fascinating and not once did she feel as though the conversation was going nowhere.
As they walked, Lancelot announced that his horse needed to be accommodated for. “There’s a stable round the back. I can take your horse there and leave it with the stable boy” she confirmed and then chuckled as he went on about feeling like nobility. “It’s all in the job description, so im hardly going out of my way”, she pulled her cloak around her a little more. It was becoming a lot colder now.
“I have no friends, and I hardly get any free time – this is the first night ive had off in months” she replied bluntly, “I wouldn’t have anything else to do anyway except sit in my room and sew” she gave a small shrug, “Besides, I like conversation, especially when it’s interesting – and ours appears to be, so if you do not mind then I shall entertain” A small smirk ran across her lips.
They were now practically outside the inn. Romily took the horses reins from Lancelot. “Go on inside and find a table, I’ll join you once your horse has been taken care of” she told him.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 29, 2011 14:18:55 GMT -5
She couldn’t remember how long she had been running for. All she knew was that she was starting to tire herself out, and still Cenred’s minion was giving chase. She could hear him, heavy footsteps brushing the leaves. She compared them to her own, light and desperate – but not as quick.
Romily truly thought that this was the place that she would die. She’d be discovered by some passing peasant (if they hadn’t already been confronted by Cenred’s men) and then would be given an unmarked grave. Brilliant. Oh well, at least she’d remain unknown and no one would have to grieve. No one would grieve anyway because there was no one to.
She headed deeper into the forest. When did it ever end? As she drew nearer she suddenly gave a small scream of fright. A man jumped out in front of her, crossbow drawn and ready to aim at its kill. Not another one! She skidded to a halt and looked around in case a whole group were waiting to pounce. She knew she couldn’t go backwards, but she could feel herself backing away from him. Either way she was surrounded.
She looked at him terrified, but then something surprising happened. He lowered the crossbow. What the…wasn’t he going to kill her? Or was he waiting until his friend joined him? His next words almost sent her falling over. "What happened?"
She felt her back connect with the trunk of a tree. He was staring at her with some concern. She then noticed his clothes. They were not the same as the man had been wearing earlier – he’d been wearing the colours presumably of Cenred’s kingdom. She didn’t trust him, but she didn’t want the Forest of Balor to be her resting place either. She had to take a chance.
“Please” she started, “Cenred’s guard, he’s chasing me” she looked around desperately, hoping that he wasn’t about to sneak up on her. “Please! I need your help!”
She then heard the footsteps and saw the guard running into view. Giving a small shriek of fright she darted behind the trunk. Hopefully the stranger would be her saviour.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 29, 2011 14:03:28 GMT -5
Romily smiled as Yassia was still staring wide eyed at the gift. “There’s no need for thanks” she shrugged, “as ive said, it’s of no use to me”.
The pair of them talked as Romily laced up Yassia’s gown. It had turned to speaking of Bonnie, her maid. “She was wonderful” Romily commented, “she practically raised me when my mother died, but gave me the independence I needed to become who I wanted to be – I miss her terribly”.
Romily did. She’d left Bonnie with no other job in the house and she was almost certain that the maid would have been sent away by her father soon after. Romily did feel guilty. Bonnie wouldn’t have stayed – and she’d even begged Romily not to leave. Of course she couldn’t have made her stay. "She was the only one who actually wanted me to stay - of course there was gossip between the servants about whether what they'd heard was true or not. I took notice though, because the only people who knew the turth were me, Frederick and Bonnie".
Romily was a little surprised when Yassia flung her arms around her. She was almost in tears! She frowned a little and then pulled away. “What’s wrong?” she asked, “oh I knew this would happen – I didn’t want to offend you!” Romily smiled weakly, “Honestly, if it’s upset you then I really didn’t mean it”.
She hoped her generosity hadn’t upset Yassia, because quite frankly she could see that this was a woman who needed something good to happen to her for once.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 27, 2011 10:31:46 GMT -5
Her legs were killing her. She’d been walking for hours and had only stopped for a half hour cool down. The road to Camelot was defiantly a long one, and the thought of seeing her friend Yassia again, allowed Romily to keep on going. She wasn’t about to spend the night sleeping in the forests around her.
The scenery of the mountains and hills were just breathtaking. Romily remembered when Gwaine had taken her to a part of Albion that had scenery that was just as stunning. Yassia must have been in her element when she’d first laid eyes on this.
Romily couldn’t believe that it had been at least a year that she’d last seen her friend. Eldon had her working and she’d never found the time to actually send a message to her friend to ask when to visit. It had only been recently, (now that Eldon was allowing her a certain amount of freedom – thanks to a certain someone) that she’d sent a message asking when it was the right time to visit. After all, Romily needed to get away from The Ram at some point. Now seemed the perfect time to do it. She could, not only experience Camelot for herself, but also see her friend again.
Romily followed the road that wove in between the hills, it was another hot day and she’d given up on wearing her shawl, placing it in her bag. No one wouldn’t dream of robbing a peasant girl – not even one that had her bright pink dress symbolising her truths stowed away in her bag, underneath all of her other clothes. Romily didn’t know why she’d brought it – her excuse would probably be that she wanted a part of her old self with her.
Finally as she reached the top of the hill she found that she could see before her a town. A magnificent city just laid bare in all its glory, and a white castle. “Camelot” she breathed. How she envied Yassia to be living in such a beautiful place right now.
She headed down and through into the city. She stopped to take in her surroundings and looked around her. People everywhere, market stalls out. It certainly looked like a busy day. Now all there was to find Yassia. It was ridiculous how Romily had forgotten to arrange a meeting point with her – just what day and time that she was expected to arrive.
It seemed as though it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
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Her head snapped up at this. She couldn’t do that! Not in front of him anyway! She hardly knew him and it wasn’t exactly the proper thing for a woman to do. She looked at him and then stood up. If it was the only way to help their injuries then she had no choice. 
