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Romily and her father were currently sat in the solar, him with his book and she with her embroidery. Neither were making small talk - these days they never had anything to talk about. Only little trivial things, such as a suitable dress and how she should wear her hair when they were in company. The needle wove in and out of fabric - she was currently working on a handkerchief so it was quite fiddly when the stitches had to be so small. She would rather much read, but only did so privately. Durwin always seemed to critisise her for reading too much in his presence.
Putting her embroidery down, Romily stood up. "I need some air father, I'll be out in the gardens should you need me."

"Mmm" was all she received rather than an actual 'ok'. She gave herself a subtle shake of the head at this before leaving the room and walking out and finally feeling the air on her face. It was a nice day, sunny but with a little breeze that reduced the actual temperature. Perfect. She roamed the gardens for quite sometime before heading out to the front of the house. The wooded area surrounding the manor allowed lots of shade.

"Ah My Lady, just the person I wanted to speak with - I did not want to interrupt your father see..." George the stablehand headed over to her, "Fira's run out of apples, and we've none in the store - might I trouble one of the servants to head into the city to fetch some from market?"

Romily smiled. "You do not need my permission George, should this happen again then by all means buy some more. As long as the horses are well cared for, my father and I do not mind if you do this" George nodded at this, "thankyou my lady" he said, bowing and heading back into the stables. It was nice to see how the estate was being cared for. She never really had a chance to experiance the work that the servants did outside rather than inside.

She looked out onto the hills that lay before her home. Such a scenery like this made Romily hope that she stayed here forever - married or not. Oh well, that was her father's decision for now.

Thankfully now Iwan had his shirt on and was trying to make her feel less guilty than she already did. "No, no - really, my father always said I should learn when to hold my tongue and act as proper as I was brought up to be" she half laughed at this, knowing that if he'd seen this then he'd have had a fit.

Romily shifted awkwardly, trying to think of a way of explaining her situation to Sir Iwan as easiest as possible. "Well..." she paused, "In a nutshell, my father disowned me, I worked as a barmaid for a couple of years and then I came here to Camelot." She wasn't about to launch into how and why she'd got there or the fact that Arthur had spurred her on to do so. "So the rank of 'Lady' is not one that i've held in the last few years - only in secret" she smirked to herself.

As she turned to head off she was stopped by his words of her being asked not to leave because of him. Romily looked back at him, "I suppose I should, after all it was I who stumbled accross you and interrupted." she smiled, "and I wouldn't want you to waste any of your time." He had obviously been in the middle of something before she came along, and as a Knight he wasn't exactly one who would have the time to stand around for a chat. That she knew very well about them.

"I am Sir Iwan. I do apologise for my current state."

Ok, perhaps she was finding this more amusing than he was. What was more was that he looked rather uncomfortable, and Romily felt a little guilty at making him feel that way. She passed him his shirt. "Here" she smiled,"and it is me who should be the one apologising - I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable" she apologised. "I was also very un ladylike about the situation, but then again..." she looked to the floor, "I am still learning how to be one again."

Having been at Eldon's in for sometime before she'd come to Camelot, she wasn't surprised at all by Iwan's attire - which is most likely what he'd been more uncomfortable about. Romily had never come accross a Knight who became embarassed by certain things, then again she's never stumbled accross one until know.

"Right...I guess I should - well, leave you to whatever it is that you were doing." she smiled, "It was nice to meet you Sir Iwan - even under the most uncomforting of circumstances" she bowed her head and then went to move so as she could get past him.

It was a very hot day, well the hottest that there had been since Romily had arrived in Camelot. She ran her hand through her hair to get some air to her forehead, now that felt good. She'd been out for a morning walk and was now returning to the castle, so as she could 'busy' herself (or make herself look it to some effect) for the afternoon. She'd found the hillsides made a nice retreat on days such as this, to bury her head in a good book.

She took a detour through the training grounds to get back, she'd seen the Knights start practicing early that morning so she very much doubted that anyone would be there at this time. She'd been gone only a few hours after all.
What she didn't see until she turned the corner, was a completly shirtless man! Romily gasped and quickly looked away so as not to seem as though she was intruding.

"My goodness! I am so sorry! I didn't realise anyone would be here at this time!" She apologised quickly, trying not to stare at him. She didn't want him to get the wrong idea after all.

Trust Arthur to be the one to save the day. Romily couldn't help but chuckle in her mind. She was relieved that Camelot had a King who was willing to lay down his life for not just his kingdom, but also his friends.

Romily shifted slightly to rest her weight on her other foot. The conversation had turned to loneliness, something that she knew a great deal about. It was her best friend after all. "I didn't think that you would be alone when you have your friends around you, Arthur - the other Knights" she smiled, "however you are right when saying that I like it here - I do indeed, it has become more of a home to me than Carmelide, I can say that much." She smiled to herself. "Are you happy here?" she asked a little cautiously, wondering whether he'd settled during his time in Camelot.

Following Percival to the stables, she found a stack of hay to perch on while watching himhand over Midnight to the stable boys. Her brows raised slightly with surprise as he pulled off his chainmail, she quickly looked down at her book so as to not let him think she was being perverted. Not only was he very tall, but he also looked very, very strong indeed. “You know, if you ever feel lonely around the castle, you can call on me anytime…”

She looked up to find him now feeding Midnight, “I mean…to keep you company…” she playfully raised her brows a little more than before. Was he blushing? He certainly looked as though he was thinking that she was getting the wrong idea. “You know…umm, accompany you to the marketplace or something—you do go to the marketplace for a stroll every now and then, don’t you?”

Romily gave a small chuckle. "It's alright, I know what you meant, and I do" she pushed a few hairs from her face, "I do like to walk every now and then, exploring parts of the town or mainly the countryside - it gives me the chance to think and to get away from all the madness." she admitted, knowing that life at the castle and in Camelot could become hectic.
"I very much doubt that I'd be your idea of company, but if you ever want to put yourself through it - then by all means i'd like that..." she trailed off, even that had sounded wrong, "what you said about accompanying me to the market or, well...you know..." Quickly, she looked back down at her book again. Why was it that men could always make her say the wrong things? Not that Percival meant it - in all fairness, Romily applauded him for actually being able to hold a conversation with her.

She rose from her spot where she sat and headed over to where he was feeding Midnight; taking some food from the pail and looking at him. "May I?" she asked - waiting for permission to help him feed his horse.

Romily couldn't help but laugh at Arthur's sarcasm when it came round to the proposal. "How very manly of you" she smirked and took a sip of her drink, still with a smile upon her face. She was so glad that at last he would settle down into his roles as both husband and King. Guinevère would most certainly be a wonderful match for him, and Romily hoped all the best for them. "Guinevère is a woman of many emotions. So a candle lit room and a direct question seemed enough to cause expression of it."
Romily smiled and looked down at the floor - a typical Arthur gesture then. No matter how much of a front he put on, Romily knew he was the romantic type. She looked back up at him and grinned. "Now that sounds perfect, and it worked" a small laugh escaped her lips.

She raised her goblet. "Well then, i suppose we must drink a toast." she raised her own up in the air, "To you and Guinevère" she smiled contentedly, "and to many happy years that will come."

Romily settled herself down a little more in her chair. "A week? well then I must start finding a suitable outfit". There was always that playful tone when it came down to banter between them. She was so glad that now they could finally have a relaxed conversation with one another and without it being so awkward. There was one question that seemed to be nagging at her though. "What has your Uncle said about this?" she asked, knowing full well that Agravaine was all for tradition and lived by the book. She'd seen him, how he acted, how he stood and even down to the way he walked. She'd already been engaged in conversation with him once or twice. However much of a chivelrous front he could put on, there was something about him that made Romily think twice before speaking her mind.

At this, she got up and walked to her window - leaving Arthur seated. Toying with the now empty goblet in her hands, she gave a small sigh, "After you are married, perhaps it will be best if leave Camelot. I fear that should I carry on staying here, then I will only be a burden to you and Guinevère."

Percival went on to explain about Lamia, and in detail too. Romily had never before heard such talk of magic and magical cratures until she came to Camelot. Yes her father used to tell her about such things, but as she felt alienated - there was neither the need nor desire to question him on such things. Durwin wouldn't have answered them anyway. "Then it is just as well that she did not pull you in deeper, then perhaps you may have been lost to her" she told Percival once he had finished. "Did she escape?" she dared to ask, knowing that Arthur most likely wouldn't have returned with his party until whatever had got them had been dealt with properly.

"I'm sorry you had to go through such hardships." he said as she explained about leaving. "If I were you, then I wouldn't be" she smiled, "besides, it's made me stronger - I've realised who my true family and friends are." and family was certainly not her father.
A blush came over her as Percival said he thought her beautiful. She couldn't help but laugh though. "That is where you are wrong on both accounts. Men did not come to stare, nor am I beautiful." She was still not used to having many people compliment her and for Romily, this was still very new. She had no idea whether or not he was flirting with her either, as she sounded so shy and innocent. "However...thankyou" she smiled, "for the compliment that is".

Romily smiled at the memory of her horse. "I hope so" she sighed, "but I can never go back there, for one I have always said that I wouldn't and then there's my father, who wouldn't welcome me at all." she sighed, "No - she is far better off without me." She could see just how much Percival cared for Midnight, and had she not have been in such a hurry to leave home then she would've gladly taken Fira with her. "Ummm...I'm taking Midnight to the stables to feed him. Do you want to come along? If not, it's okay, you're probably on your way to somewhere else,"

At this she nodded and smiled up at him. "I'd love to"

She felt his hand take hers to raise her from her position. "Lady Romily." she heard him say as he did so. Still she could not bring herself to look at him just yet and instead chose to keep her gaze fixed on the ground. "I trust I find you well this morning?"

Romily bit her lip and nodded, "Very well indeed, my lord" she replied. This was like being at Wolfhall again. She'd suddenly turned back into the girl who was made to learn every line over and over again until she'd got it right. By now, Romily was the master in being curteous to nobles and had no more need to being taught the answers that she had to give to them when they asked questions. In truth, most of it she'd picked up on her own accord.

"and are you well my lord?" she asked

Romily wondered what the people were like back in Sorestan? Did they address Frederick like this? Or were there completly different customs that she had to comply to? His rank was indeed an important one as well as his position, so surely there were ways that were different to Camelot. Once upon a time, Romily had dreamt of Sorestan, being just the Kingdom that was anything like Carmelide. The people were friendly, the surroundings beautiful. That was a dream though, but one that she hadn't forgotten in time.

"Thank you for understanding. For a while there, I thought it was going to be the end of me," Romily gave a small laugh at his comment, "Now why on earth would you even think like that Sir Percival." she teased slightly.

So Percival was one who prefered to stay on the sidelines just like her? Well now that was something. Most of the knights usually had the company of the other ladies of the court or would break off into small groups to consume hideous amounts of mead and end up on the floor at the end of the evening. "Then it appears we have something in common then." that was when he became curious of what she had said before.
She looked at him and then back at Midnight. "I...well...I left home a few years ago after an unfortunate incident that i had should've had more control over. I've worked as a barmaid ever since, and it was only upon a chance meeting with Arthur that we became friends. He is the one who has helped me seek refuge here. I owe him a lot more than he actually thinks." she explained, "It's only now that i've started being recognised as a Lady again rather than 'Millie the baramaid'."

She then looked back down at the floor realising what she had just said. "Anyway i'm sure that you know why I have chosen to come over and talk to you" she finally said, tapping Midnight's nose playfully as he tried to devour her book. She'd have to bring some apples for him later. "Fira is back at Wolfhall - my home in Carmelide". she answered, "I hadn't the heart to take her away from a place that she loved. Besides - I would've only had to part with her if I hadn't had found a job, and I couldn't have beared that."

He was one of the men who had helped Arthur? One of the ones who Arthur had knighted for their efforts? Now that was quite something. Extrodinary if anything. "And right he was to knight you - I heard of everything that happened as well as the men who helped being rewarded for their efforts. It just shows how far people will strive to defend what they love." Her eyes flickered to Percival's and then back onto Midnight. "If you believe that I would think any less of you because you are not of noble blood then you are very much wrong" a devious look crossed her face. "Those things do not matter to me, it is very much what's inside, rather than out - and even know I can see what Arthur has seen in you."