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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 15, 2011 12:37:04 GMT -5
Romily smiled warmly at Yassia’s reply – it seemed that the feeling of friendship between the pair was a mututal one. Thank goodness! She chuckled, “Well if your uncle lives there and has survived its known ‘perils’ then I should very much like to come and visit you once you have settled”.
She toyed with the sleeves of her dress before turning back to her friend, “you have nothing of the sort to repay” she told her, “besides, making the guests feel at home here is all part of the job.”
Eldon had high expectations of running a satisfactory establishment and if that meant Romily sacrificing her evenings to help drunks to their beds then so be it. It was the least she could do after he’d given her a roof over her head and a job on top of that.
Romily looked at Yassia’s dress. That seemed to be the only dress she had and from her story the only item of clothing that she actually owned. Boat wrecked, my oh my that was an unfortunate, and losing two gowns that had been of some sentimental value too. She felt for her, she’d endured far worse than Romily herself had and yet she was still in good spirits. Romily could only admire the woman’s courage – she’d got this far and was so close to her destination.
Romily got up and headed over to the cupboard again and pulled out a neatly folded bundle of silver fabric. She had only worn this dress once. It had been yet another present from her father in a bid to make her alluring to any man who came to the house. Of course, Romily was always instructed to look presentable. As much as it was of value she didn’t want to keep this one.
She turned back to Yassia and handed it to her. “It’s not my intention to offend you, but I want you to have this” she smiled, “It will only go to waste if it stays with me and anyway, you’ll be able to wear it to all those festivals and feasts in Camelot!” she chuckled.
She sat back down on the chair and looked at Yassia, “Go on, why don’t you try it on – im certain that it will fit”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 13, 2011 16:52:45 GMT -5
Romily couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of Gwaine’s words basically saying that the last time they’d met he’d been good mannered. “Indeed” she nodded, still chuckling away, “although I don’t think that trying to coax me into your bed counts” she looked at him knowingly, “but I forgive you”.
She could see him watching her with some amusement as she fed Leonie. “I haven’t had this much time to dote on a horse in ages” she exclaimed, “and I must say I miss it”
Romily couldn’t help but feel her stomach turn every time she looked at Gwaine. It was in a good way – she wasn’t sure why she was so drawn to him. Perhaps it was because he was actually taking the time to make an effort. He also had shown that he cared for her. This was something that had stuck out in her mind. Gwaine had also voiced his thoughts about it too – when she was ill. She needed to dig deeper and find out about him – he was one that made her ever the more curious.
When he told her he was taking her somewhere far away she couldn’t help but hide her smile or relief. “Good” she told him; “because I really need to see some sunlight” she looked up. Clear blues skies – just how she felt at the moment. How much more ironic could you get?
She frowned as he stopped himself from saying something. “What?” she asked, that had been strange. Gwaine was now correcting himself. What had he meant to say that he’d had to stop himself? Romily was curious about him – he was no bandit, but the again he certainly wasn’t any ordinary nobleman. She nodded anyhow and laughed at his oath to have her back at the inn by sunset.
“Well then, If I have your word then I see no problem in going with you” she gave him a mock curtsey, something that she hadn’t done in ages. “I’ll tell the stable boy anyway – and then if Eldon questions my whereabouts I have an alibi – one moment” she told him and headed into the stables, telling the stable hand where she was going and with whom. There was the raise of the brows and a nod. It was obvious that there would be some talk in the tavern when she returned.
“Well then – are we ready?” she asked Gwaine, coming out from the stables, “Take me away from here” she chuckled
Hopefully he wouldn’t bring her back.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 13, 2011 11:45:08 GMT -5
She blushed as he took her hand in his and kissed it, the aftermath of it being one of burning where his lips had touched. “Good morning Gwaine” she greeted him with the same formality now, smirking slightly.
“Everything’s fine” she shook him off, “in fact – Eldon has been treating me far differently than before, ever since you gave him that talking to. I don’t know whether to be relieved or concerned” she smiled and caressed his hand that was still held onto hers, “and Eldon’s daughter is just how she’s always been – far to engrossed in her own life to even notice me”.
Romily couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth well up within her. He really did seem to care for her, and yet they’d only met once the previous week. Usually she wasn’t as drawn in as she was now.
It was like the moth to its flame.
She chuckled lightly and looked over Gwaine’s shoulder at where Leonie was patiently waiting. She walked over to the horse and stroked it’s mane, “Hello again Leonie” she smiled and grabbed an apple out of one of the many barrels waiting to be devoured by the resident horses. She looked back at Gwaine and smiled, “she’s just as good mannered as when I last met her!”. This was true – Leonie appeared to be enjoying her snack and butted Romily’s arm. This was either out of thanks or that she wanted more apples. Romily was only more than happy to give her a few more.
She frowned at Gwaine’s next question. “Ready?” she asked, “Where are we going?”
Eldon would kill her if she just went waltzing off with one of the punters for the day. Then again, what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, and now she was beyond caring of the outcome, after all she had Gwaine here to protect her if she needed it. Now she felt safe.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 13, 2011 10:36:53 GMT -5
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 13, 2011 10:34:25 GMT -5
Romily was too busy beating every last bit of dust out of the rug to even notice what was going on around her. Would he come back and see her? or would he end up just like other men she'd met. Absent.
She stopped beating and ran the back of her hand across her brow. This was tough work, even for Eldon's daughter. She wondered what else she had to do today. It felt strange not being in the bar and outdoors. Romily was an outdoors type of girl when it came to it, but circumstances reguarding her job seemed to allow her outside less these days.
She heard a voice from behind her, sounding a little threatning. She felt her heart immediatly jump up into her throat. She could identify that voice anywhere. Immediatly she felt her stomach turn.
Gwaine.
Romily turned on her heel coming face to face with her. She felt as though she looked more relieved than shocked at his coming. "Gwaine?" she breathed and looked shyly down at the dusty ground. She never though he'd actually come back. Mind you, it was a week later and he had promised her.
It was then Romily felt as though Gwaine would be different to any of the other men she'd met, and she couldn't feel anymore nervous as she did now.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 13, 2011 6:17:43 GMT -5
Romily couldn’t agree more with Yassia’s comments. After all – this was her home now, and she’d done all she could to make it into her own Wolfhall – from the flowers that she’d picked for the chipped jug that was set on the table, down to the layout of the room. “This is home for me” she smiled, “I suppose I could call it my castle if I were that proud of it – but it’s cosy enough”.
The conversation then turned back to the dress that was slung over Romily’s arm. “I must admit, it was my father’s choice, then again he was trying to sell me off to every man in Albion.” She told her friend, “anyway im sure you’d look great in it” she winked and looked over to the cupboard, “I have another dress in their, a nice silver one if you want to try that on? I feel like a child again!” she chuckled, “go on!” she urged, “im sure silver would suit your features better than mine”
Romily smirked as she could see Yassia noting the screen. “I suppose you’re wondering how a commoner like me would end up with one of these?” she called from where she was now dressing. “Truth be told it was actually a gift for Eldon’s daughter from a travelling nobleman who stayed here”. That had been quite an experience in itself, one that Romily wasn’t about to launch into. “Anyway due to circumstances she didn’t want it and gave it to me” she grinned, even if Yassia couldn’t see her. “No idea, why – she could have sold it and made some money.”
On reply to Yassia’s question of help she shook her head to herself. “Im fine, since I was a little girl I’ve always learnt to dress myself – my maid wasn’t happy about it but allowed me some independence”. Dear Bonnie – she missed her dreadfully. Romily wondered what had become of her after she’d left Wolfhall. “Anyway im nearly done”.
After emerging from behind the screen and declaring herself the true noble that she really was she saw Yassia’s face change dramatically. Immediately the young woman gasped at the sight, stating her loss of words.
“I think poor Eldon would faint at the sight” Romily laughed, “his daughter too”
She smiled at Yassia’s next words. They were a comfort, and it was nice to know that even if she didn’t go back to her father, she still had a piece of her past left with her. “What about you?” she asked Yassia, “Will you unfold like that when you reach Camelot?”
Romily sat down on the bed, “I hope one day that I can be myself again. After all – however this dress may stand out, I used to stand out like it – I sort of miss it, but it’s also nice to be in a place where no one expects so much of you. Well apart from Eldon of course” she smiled.
“One day, I hope to go to Camelot, by the way you’ve spoken about it, it sounds a far better place than how my father used to describe it. And I need a change.” She looked at Yassia. “You’re becoming more of a friend to me than…” she paused, “well – you’re my only friend, and im glad. Thankyou”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 10, 2011 12:47:20 GMT -5
Romily was enjoying a rare morning of peace. Eldon had actually woken early and stated that he didn’t need her help? Had this man gone mad? Was he trying to make amends some way after being on the receiving end of Gwaine’s wrath last week? That had actually done some good as now Eldon’s attitude had changed towards her somewhat. For a start he’d actually said to her that his daughter could handle doing the mornings chores whilst Romily could beat the sheets and rugs from the guest rooms. An easy job so it seemed.
Romily got the sheets and rugs, heading down to the courtyard and hanging them up. She got the beater and proceeded to beat any dust and dirt from them. This could be useful when feeling like you wanted to take your anger out on something. Not that Romily was angry at anything or anyone at the moment. She had no reason to be.
“Morning Millie!” the stable hand greeted her as he passed, his arms full of the bits he’d need to brush down the horses that were currently in residence. “Nice weather we’re having today! Haven’t seen you out and about for a while now”
She grinned, “I’ve been given the privilege of beating the rugs and sheets”
The stable hand chuckled at this knowing that Romily never did a job like this – it was too easy for a start and Eldon’s daughter usually did all that. The relaxing jobs with hardly any work. “Old Eldon’s lost his mind” he commented
Romily shook her head, “Nope – just had a wake up call” she smirked at the recollection of Gwaine bribing the old landlord just to have her to himself for the morning. That had ended well, with her running after him and a horse in the rain before fainting and being taken back to the inn where she almost caught a fever!
“I’d best get back to work, have a nice day” he nodded and headed into the stables.
Romily continued to beat the sheets. But images continued to flash up in her mind.
“Those men you’ve met must be really crazy to even think about hurting such a sweet and beautiful woman like you. They must have been blind or are real fools.”
“Stop it!” she hissed to herself. She shouldn’t be thinking of that. Of Him.
“I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about you that’s calling to me. I like you, and I want to know more about you. I promise to return, Millie, and if circumstances prevent me from doing so, I will do my best to send word.”
“Shut up Gwaine!” she said to herself and then looked around to see if anyone was watching. They’d think she was loosing her mind if she was talking to herself. She shook off the last of her thoughts – why did they keep occurring to her? This made her have all the more reason to beat the rug on the clothesline even harder
Did men ever keep their promises?
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 10, 2011 11:07:34 GMT -5
It didn’t look as though this person clearly wanted any help. Romily sighed and turned away, starting to head back in the direction of the inn. The snapping of twigs and such made her look back over her shoulder again.
A woman was standing up very cautiously from behind a trunk. Very tall, and beautiful – Romily couldn’t instantly tell that she was of nobility. For a start, no one wore clothes like that just to go walking in the woods and judging by the way she held herself she could see that this woman had obviously been taught the information of a graceful stance.
She appeared to be hiding something under her cloak. Romily frowned slightly as the woman spoke.
"I was wondering kind lady, if you could perhaps point me in the direction of exiting these woods."
Romily could tell that the woman didn’t trust her at all. Her features softened slightly; after all, she didn’t want to scare her in any way.
“I can” Romily replied curtly
“I can pay you for this information, just not too much for I have very little of value on me."
Romily looked her up and down. It wasn’t common for a noble to travel with such valuables on them, this being for fear of being attacked by bandits. Romily herself had made sure that when she’d left Carmelide, she’d dressed down, hiding her dresses she’d brought and instead dressing as a man so as no one would bother her. How she’d actually managed to get away with wearing that without being questioned on her sex was something she would never be able to answer. She’d obviously made a pretty convincing man.
“Just keep walking straight ahead until you come to the clearing. That’s the ending of the woods. You’ll see a road and if you then go right, you should be heading in the direction that you wish to go”
She shook her head and smiled pleasantly, “and I don’t need payment – I would have no use for it”
With this done she turned and headed off in pretty much the opposite direction that the woman would be going before turning back, “I hope you have a safe journey” she smiled, “There’s another inn on the road, it’s not too far – I can see you look tired, it might be wise to stop there and rest, after all, it’s nearly evening”.
Romily set back off again smiling, she’d done her good deed for the day. Now it was time to get back to the inn for a very long evening. Even though it had been fairly quiet, it hadn’t stopped Romily from being run off her feet.
Though she hated to admit it, She actually missed Gwaine and his attempts to charm her, however much they’d taken hold of last time. He’d left less than a week ago and had said he would be back within a week. Romily had no idea whether to hold out hope or not. She wasn’t doing so as much at the moment – after all, why would he want to come back to her? He would have forgotten her by now anyway. She sighed and carried on, making sure she stepped over upturned roots and loose twigs that could catch on her dress. She was taking the shortcut back to The Ram, and this would stop Eldon’s daughter from moaning that she was late back.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 8, 2011 16:27:57 GMT -5
Eldon’s daughter had sent Romily out to ‘be useful’ and to collect various flowers and herbs and whatnot. Why she couldn’t do this herself was beyond anyone’s imagination, but she treated Romily more like a personal servant than a friend. Romily didn’t care though, she was glad to be free of the inn for a few hours. At least she could take advantage of the weather.
“I want you back no later than this afternoon Millie” Eldon’s daughter had bossed her around as Romily was gathering a basket as well as a cloak. If it rained at least she’d retain some modesty by being covered up.
She didn’t even bother to answer Eldon’s daughter as she headed off down the stairs, out of the inn and into the nice fresh air. Being cooped up in a bar everyday wasn’t as healthy as being outdoors.
She’d already been gone for a few hours at least. She’d managed to find most of the things she’d needed as well as some nice flowers for her own room, to make it feel a bit more cosier at least. Now she was taking a well earned rest – she knew that once she got back to The Rams Head, she wouldn’t even have time to have one (not that she ever did).
It was only an hours walk or so back to the Inn and by the time she’d get there it would be time to get to work. Getting up, Romily grabbed the basket and headed off.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until she heard the hurrying sound of footsteps across the ground. This startled her more than anything and she was sure that through the trees, she could see the flash of a dress and a woman ducking down. Romily looked around, there was no one else around that could’ve caused someone to react in such a way, other than her.
Perhaps she thought that she was some kind of bandit? Romily could only laugh – she had many reasons to.
She pushed back the branches and stopped. Making sure that no one else was around to jump on her when she least expected it she carried on searching for the stranger who she’d most likely scared.
“It’s alright.” She decided that this was the only way to let them show themselves. “Im not going to hurt you – well, the only thing I have on me that can hurt anyone is a flower with thorns sticking out of it” she tried to lighten the mood. Whether or not it would coax the stranger from their hiding place was beyond her.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 8, 2011 15:46:23 GMT -5
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 7, 2011 15:12:41 GMT -5
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 7, 2011 14:31:03 GMT -5
“Imagine us in five years time, many things can happen until then. We might look back and laugh at how disheartened we were. If we keep our eyes and our minds open, we will surely find the place where we belong!”
Romily smiled. She’d like to keep Yassia as her friend, she understood her and didn’t judge – plus they were technically in the same boat, although Romily’s had appeared to have sunk the lowest.
Yassia didn’t bat an eyelid at how the layout of her room was. Instead she just nodded with approval whilst looking around. “I like it”.
“It wasn’t always like this. It’s taken a long time to make it feel like home” Romily smiled. “Not as comfortable as my room at Wolfhall was but I’ve made do with what I have. Better than a bed of straw and just a candle” she chuckled slightly.
“This dress is absolutely… I don’t even know the right word for it”,
“Pink?” Romily smirked, “I must admit, the colour is quite bold – even for me”. She looked down at the bodice that was criss-cross woven threads of gold. Romily remembered that she hadn’t worn this dress much, once if she thought rightly. It had been a present from her father.
“In Ailantha we would say ‘meravellós’. Pretty doesn’t cover it!” Yassia carried on.
“An abomination? Ugly?” Romily laughed, “This was my father’s choice. I have a few others with me that I couldn’t part with. The silver one especially, that’s always been my favourite”.
Romily could now see a look on Yassia’s face, a mischevious one at that. “What are you thinking?” she couldn’t help but smirk back at the other woman. “Come on, try it on. Just this once!”
Romily put the dress on the bed. “I couldn’t” she sighed. “I haven’t worn this dress in ages – it might not even fit anymore”. She looked to Yassia who seemed keen to know how she’d looked as ‘Lady Romily’.
“Oh alright! But im taking it off straight after ok?” she finally gave in and went behind the screen to change. The dress felt weird. Even though it fitted perfectly still, it felt tight and stifling – like her old life had been. She caught her breath and looked down – feeling like her old self. She unpinned her hair and let it fall down, before emerging from behind the screen.
“Well …” she looked at the floor. “This is who I used to be”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 5, 2011 10:13:35 GMT -5
She found that she had been daydreaming for a moment, as Yassia’s voice knocked all the thoughts from her head. "How long have you been here?".
“What?” she looked at her blankly and then shook her head, “sorry – my mind was wandering, but here at The Ram? Nearly a year or so” she told her. “ So not exactly long”.
She smiled at Yassia’s next words. They were true. "It feels like you're stuck, right? With no alternative to go to. I felt like that before my stepbrother suggested asking my uncle for help. Now I have an alternative, but I can only hope it'll pay off. But... maybe that sounds lame, but alternatives often come in the most unexpected way and time. At first they might not seem as such, but then suddenly there's a way... and a place where you belong!"
Romily nodded at this but sighed all the same. “I don’t belong here though, no matter how much I try to make myself and others believe that I do. Hopefully things will work themselves out for the both of us”
They headed p the stairs to Romily’s room. She put the key in its lock and opened the door. “Home sweet home” she smiled and allowed Yassia to pass. “This is where I spend the least amount of time in my day” she laughed lightly and shut the door.
“Take a seat” she gestured to the chair in the corner of the room, “infact, wait a moment – I need your opinion on something.” She opened the cupboard and rummaged around until she found what she wanted to. She pulled out a pink dress – one of the few that she’d brought with her from wolf hall. It had collected dust at the back of the cupboard for the past year – hidden from everyone.
“I brought some dresses with me from Wolfhall – just incase I had some mad idea that my father would allow me to return again. Should I keep it for a little while longer?”
Romily knew that her father would never allow her back, but it was the only bit of her past that she had left.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 5, 2011 8:15:48 GMT -5
The knight who Romily had seen looking relaxed was now giving her a smile. “Yes, a round of mead for me and my fellow knights, please”.
She nodded and headed off to the bar to get them their orders. As she was filling the tankards to take over, Eldon came up next to her and was watching the knights who was busily chatting away.
“Knights of Camelot they are” he commented, “I’d watch yourself Millie – people round here won’t take too kindly to them being here, even if it is only for the night.” Romily looked up and over at the table, “I know – I’ve had run ins with their kind before. Still – you have a business to run” she told him.
“I know – which is why we need to watch our backs.” Eldon told her, noticing Romily not taking her eyes off of the group. “They have their own rules, you go against them and you could end up in serious trouble. Keep your head down and be courteous”
Courteous? Pah! Eldon didn’t know of the word. Romily knew how to act around the status of nobility – Eldon didn’t. He’d be surprised if he ever found out that she used to be just like those people.
“You know I wouldn’t do anything to offend them”
Eldon looked around at the newly seated customers who were turning and whispering every so often. Not many people around here trusted new arrivals and it has taken a long time for them to accept Romily when she’d first arrived by herself.
“Take their drinks over” he told her, “and tell them that their rooms are ready when they are. You can show them where they’ll be”. With that he disappeared again.
Romily grabbed the tankards and took them over to the group, setting them down on the table without a word. She didn’t know whether she should ask if they wanted anything else, after all Eldon had told her to watch her back. She decided to ask, even if the customers would find that it was something to talk about.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” Before any of them could answer, she lowered her voice, “I should warn you gentleman, people around here are not used to newcomers – even if they are of higher rank. Do nothing to provoke them, even though im sure you won’t – and they shall do nothing of the same.”
She smiled and turned to walk away before turning back again. “Also, the landlord told me to tell you that your rooms are ready when you are. I’ll show you to them
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Post by Romily de Braose on Mar 3, 2011 15:32:38 GMT -5
Hello All 
I guess that I should do this seeing as ive been on the site for a while!
Im Gina and I play Romily and Cenred. Most of you know me as Ro but I don’t care what you call me 
Im nearly twenty-one and from England. I work in a nursery looking after children and still live at home with the parents! I have four older siblings (two brothers and two sisters to be precise), so im the baby! It’s nice though because now im the only one left living at home!
Random fact of the moment is that im a quarter Polish on my mother’s side, however I don’t know anything of the language so it’s completely pointless! Lol.
I love music, I listen to anything from The Tudors soundtracks to stuff like Mumford and Sons J. I sing too and have done since I found that I could talk – I auditioned for X Factor last year (quite an experience that I wont be repeating!).
I love reading. – My current obsession is buying books and DVD’s. I could open my own shop judging by how many I actually have! I can spend many nights just in front of the TV with a nice cup of tea, biscuits and just watching Jane Austen based films. If only I could find a man like Mr Darcy! I also love The Tudors (as you can tell by my OC for Romily). Jane Seymour is my favourite character from the show even if she was there for just four episodes.
When im not run off my feet looking after kids I like to shop (Topshop is the most amazing shop in the world! I live in it!) and write fan fiction. I used to Role play on another site before I joined Camelot, but gave up for a few years to focus on my studies at college, now that’s over with im back in business! I also spend any weeks off that I have visiting my friends in Canterbury. I love it there and its refreshing to get away from home!
I like going to London Expo when it’s on– they have lots of stuff there to do with Merlin, Doctor Who, Scott Pilgrim etc – and its great to see everyone dressed in their Cozplay outfits!
Anyway, anything else you wanna know then feel free to ask – I think I’ve covered everything!
Favorite Animal: Cats
Favorite Color: Lilac
Favorite Book: Chasing Daisy – Paige Toon or any books by her
Favorite Movie: I have far too many!
Favorite TV Shows: Merlin, Sherlock, Doctor Who, The Tudors, Supernatural, Top Gear, Gossip Girl, Miranda, The Promise
Favorite Song: Locked within the Crystal Ball – Blackmore’s Night
Favorite Food: Pizza
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Post by Romily de Braose on Feb 28, 2011 16:41:14 GMT -5
Romily could now tell that Gwaine was back and turning on the charm again. Whether this was genuine or just to keep her happy were two different questions she neither wanted to ask or answer. It still wouldn’t stop them from revolving around in her mind though.
“Believe it or not, I am actually a gentleman whatever your first impressions of me may be. But as to what happened last night…I always forget myself whenever I am in the presence of beauty such as yours.”
She looked down at the sheet, “You flatter me too much Gwaine, im nothing special”. She didn’t say this because she wanted a reaction, but because she believed it to be true. Compliments were scarce when she’d lived back at Wolfhall, with only Bonnie, her father and Fira for company – even then no one bothered to tell her how nice she looked. That was what had drawn her to Frederick. He’d told her pretty much the same as Gwaine had said…and then had taken advantage.
“Those men you’ve met must be really crazy to even think about hurting such a sweet and beautiful woman like you. They must have been blind or are real fools.”
She looked at him uncomfortably and then turned over on her side, her back facing him. “Really – it’s done me no harm” she brushed it off, but at the same time felt her voice cracking.
Romily swallowed hard to eradicate the feeling in her throat as well as the ever-growing lump
“Does that mean that you will not ever let a man take care of you? Ever? You don't want to be a old maid, do you?” he carried on.
She still didn’t turn back to look at him. “Perhaps I do” She replied bluntly, “I’ve spent my whole life by myself – why should I stop now?”
She felt angry at her father, angry at Frederick, even angry at Bonnie for not coming with her. “I once told a friend of mine that I would be happy to grow an old maid”. She had no idea why she was telling him this, most likely because she feared more rejection.
For all she knew Gwaine might not even keep his promise of coming back to her – he could be caught up doing ‘bandit things’, and she didn’t even want to know what they were. “I still think that” she replied so quiet that her voice could hardly be heard anymore.
Gwaine was now answering her earlier question of when he was leaving. “I was expected last night actually, but I hadn’t anticipated the long and hard journey home. I knew I was too tired and too drunk to leave last night so I will have to get going as soon as I can now. Will you be all right? I hate to leave, and let Eldon boss you around even before you’re well enough to stand.”
She didn’t reply. Gwaine still seemed adamant enough to come back and see her though. “Then I will be counting the days until I see you again, Millie. Expect me seven days from today.”
Romily felt one of her hands clutch at the sheet tightly. “Do you promise?” she heard herself asking. She still hadn’t turned back to look at him yet and wondered what he was thinking. She didn’t let him finish though. It was now time to make a rule for herself, and for him. She did wonder why – she knew she liked him and he’d made it clear that he liked her too, but she didn’t want to be hurt again, and by taking control she now knew that this wouldn’t be possible again. Not for any man, or anyone.
“7 days Gwaine, if you return even a day later than you’ve said then that’s it…I’ll close myself off to you forever.”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Feb 28, 2011 16:16:39 GMT -5
Congratulations Guys!!
Very well deserved wins this month! 
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Post by Romily de Braose on Feb 27, 2011 12:31:18 GMT -5
She chuckled as she was told that it was, infact, Eldon’s daughter who had helped her out of her clothes. “Well then, I must say that is really gentleman-like of you, most men would have seized the opportunity to take advantage” she smirked
More of a gentleman than last night, which Gwaine was now kicking himself for. “I usually have men trying to sweet talk me – I thought you were just the same which is why I ignored you, I’ve been hurt by men before and it’s made me realise that perhaps im better off on my own…” she paused, “but…never mind – anyway im sure that once you leave you’ll find another woman to occupy your thoughts with”.
She sounded genuine at this. Why would Gwaine want to remember her anyway? She wasn’t exactly anything special. Just plain old Millie. Frederick had used his charms to get her where she was now – that hadn’t helped her exactly and when Gwaine had started complimenting her last night; warning bells had begun to ring in her head.
Romily squeezed his hand back, “I’ve grown up independent – I’ll always stay that way no matter what people may think” she shrugged, “I guess it’s also me telling myself that I can survive out here on my own”.
She felt her heart leap up into her throat as he nodded and kissed her hand. He had to leave, and very soon judging by his expression. “I'm sorry but I do. I have responsibilities I need to take care of. A bandit has to earn his keep, you know,” She laughed at this.
“I know you’re no bandit, but I also know that I can’t keep you here against your own will” she looked down and smiled sadly, his hand was still clutching hers. She gently put his to her lips and kissed it. “When do you have to go?” she asked
It was then she saw him become a little shyer. “If you don’t mind, can I come visit you? A week from today perhaps?”
He wanted to come back and see her? Why? What was so special about her anyway that he had to come back? No, he probably just wanted to pop in for a drink and to see how she was. Even so she wanted this week to go as quickly as possible.
She blushed a little and smiled, looking away from him and nodding.
“Yes.” She paused, “I’d like that very much”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Feb 27, 2011 9:34:23 GMT -5
She breathed a sigh of relief as she heard Gwaine’s voice “I’m here, Millie,” he appeared in the room.
She didn’t care whether Eldon’s daughter was here to witness this or not and beckoned him to come over to her side. His hair was still wet from the rain, dear lord they’d both been soaked to the bone! Had he undressed her and put on her nightgown too? After last night it wouldn’t have surprised her if he’d taken advantage of that. “Thank goodness” she smiled at him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“My head hurts a little” she told him, “How long was I asleep for?” she asked
He placed a hand on her forehead. She suddenly felt a little warm but didn’t move it away from its resting place. “I feel a little hot” she didn’t look at him and felt slightly uncomfortable – unsure as to what was causing it. She knew though, and she was pretty sure that he did too.
Eldon’s daughter was watching them both by now but pretending not to. Romily leant into Gwaine “I don’t want anyone else in here – please, tell her to go” she pleaded in a small whisper.
“You can leave us now,”
“Oh? Yes, yes of course – well…im here if you need anything” Eldon’s daughter replied hurriedly. Romily could sense that she was flirting with Gwaine as he winked at him when she walked out of the room.
Romily huffed, “I think that she means that in general – not just on my account”. She then spied the vial that Gwaine had in his hands and frowned. “What’s that?”
“Drink all of it. It’s supposed to help out with the sickness. And don’t worry a healer gave me that for my trip,” She took the vial from him and pulled the lid off.
“Are you sure?” she asked. Gwaine’s expression didn’t change so she downed the whole of it in one, making a face as she swallowed the last bit. “Not a very pleasant taste – or after taste for that matter” she laughed.
She laughed even more at Gwaine’s suggestion of a vacation. “A vacation? What’s a vacation?” she asked now turning serious. Perhaps it stood for something where Gwaine was from, “and im perfectly capable of looking after myself Gwaine” her hand slid onto the top of his, “I’ve been on my own for so long now – if I were at home then I wouldn’t even know half of the skills that I have now”. She caressed her thumb over his; “I know you’re concerned for me but really, im fine”
“And I’m so sorry for even going out in the rain that you had to come get me. It was my fault” Gwaine apologised. Why was he apologising? Besides, it had been her choice to go after him.
She shook her head, “No it wasn’t, i did it because i wanted to– besides, I had fun despite passing out on you” she smirked.
She saw Gwaine looking out of the window – the rain had now turned to little drops every so often, and the sun was beginning to make it appearance. Romily wondered whether it stood for how she was feeling at that moment, despite a little groggy – bright and coming out on top form? Especially with Gwaine there. Even if they’d only met the night before, something inside her had changed – she knew this because she suddenly felt like the Romily she used to be.
It was then she saw Gwaine’s expression and instantly knew what was on his mind.
“You have to leave don’t you” she didn’t state this as a question but more of fact. She also felt herself not hiding her disappointment very well. People had always come and gone from her life, but Romily was starting to think that she didnt want Gwaine to be one of them.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Feb 25, 2011 15:11:04 GMT -5
Romily woke, her head spinning along with her current surroundings. She had no idea of where she was until she managed to sit herself up. Her room? But she’d been in a field a few moments ago? How long had she been asleep? All she could remember was chasing after Gwaine and a horse, then making her way back to the inn. She looked around the room – yes, it was her room, and for a start she saw one of her dresses slung over the back of the chair in the corner.
The sight of Eldon’s daughter now practically in her face made her jump a little. “Geez Millie! You gave us all a scare! What were you doing out in all that rain? It’s lucky Gwaine found you and brought you back – said you’d fainted!” she said all at once, appearing a little too excited at the prospect of Romily falling ill.
Romily could only look to her and frown, her head throbbing. She sank back down into the bed. “Gwaine?” she asked. Gwaine had brought her back? Where was he now?
“Mhmmm” Eldon’s daughter nodded quickly, “father wasn’t impressed that you’d taken the morning off, but when he saw Gwaine carry you in he was really concerned – really Millie, you must consider others rather than yourself for once” Eldon’s daughter shook her head.
Romily glared at her, “thanks, I’ll make do with remembering that if I ever get the time to in between serving customers, doing all the cooking, laundering the sheets, going to the market. Cleaning the inn and doing all the things that should really be your responsibility,” she snapped
“Now where’s Gwaine? “ she asked
Had he left her to the care of Eldon’s daughter and Eldon? Had he left the inn already? So many questions and yet no one was actually answering them. “Where’s Gwaine?” she repeated, sounding a little needy. If he heard he’d most likely be in his element at the fact she wanted him around.
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