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Post by Romily de Braose on Nov 27, 2011 5:39:52 GMT -5
Romily frowned slightly as the Knight suddenly stepped back from her. Ok, that was most unusual. She looked at little crestfallen but kept her smile "Am I really that scary to look at?" she asked and then backed off herself. "I'm sorry, I don't mean you any harm". She saw him give a small nod and a smile. Ok so maybe he was just shy.
A small flush of embarassment came over her when he bowed. "I'm Percival," Ah yes, Romily had heard of him, but had never actually put a name to a face. She should've known that he'd be the tall one. "I'm sorry too...for looking all shocked and surprised when you came over. I...uh...wasn't expecting it." Ok, now she hadn't actually meant to scare him - at least she knew that he wasn't actually afraid of her. Then again why should he be? The only weapon that she had on her was one of speaking out when being asked not to. And in her experiance, that was something that she would not be doing in Camelot.
She gave a small laugh and brushed off his apology. "Please, you've no need to - I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that" she told him and patted his horse.
A present form Arthur? Well that was hardly surprising. "Arthur is very generous" she sighed, "sometimes too generous." Anyway enough about that, she looked at Percival and grinned, "besides, what is a Knight without his horse?"
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Post by Romily de Braose on Nov 27, 2011 5:26:01 GMT -5
The knock on the door had caused Romily to jump abruptly. Who on earth had come to see her at this hour? She looked at the newly retreived nightgown and then at the door. "Come in!" she called, and put the nightgown on her pillow.
As she turned she was met with Arthur closing the door. A warm smile lit up her face - she had not seen Arthur for quite some time, so she wondered what was bringing him here. There had to be something, she was pretty sure he wasn't the type for mindless late evening chats.
Romily swept down into a small curtsey and stood back up again. "Arthur" she said warmly, "How are you? Come in! Come in!" she gestured for him to do so and quickly settled herself down in the chair by the fire, patting the one opposite for her friend to also do the same.
It was then she noted the expression on his face. Happy, joyful even. There was something up. Yes he looked content whenever she saw him most of the time, but today? Well that was different, he looked more alive than ever. Romily knew him well enough to know that.
"What is it Arthur?" she asked, giving him a suspicious smile. Whatever it was, it was bound to be some good news.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Nov 26, 2011 21:30:50 GMT -5
It was getting quite late, Romily was surprised that she'd actually managed to stay awake to such a time of the evening, even if it was still fairly early. Sewing by candlelight was becoming increasingly difficult. One of her dresses had managed to catch on something whilst out walking and had now produced a rather nice hole at the seam on the bottom of her skirt. She put the needle down and squinted slightly - it looked decent enough when there was barely any light, but she doubted that it would look any better in the morning.
Folding the skirt up, she rose from her chair with a small yawn. Yes, definatly time for bed. She unpinned her hair, watching outside as one by one, candles in the homes of the townspeople were slowly exstinguished into darkness. Camelot was peaceful and the only noise was...well, there was none. All was quiet, and all was well.
Romily turned away from the window and hurried to find her nightgown. She was grateful that she didn't have a servant this evening to fuss over the fastenings on her bodice, why wait for at least five minutes when she could unfasten it within a mere few moments (it had taken years of practice but was handy). Right, now where was that nightgown?
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Post by Romily de Braose on Nov 26, 2011 13:31:35 GMT -5
Romily saw one last knight standing in the courtyard. He looked as though he was talking to his horse as he stroked it. She smiled to herself, it was always nice to see the sensative side that some of the Knights had. A few that she'd met had quite a hard manner, despite their chivalry.
Romily turned and headed down the stairs, walking out into the courtyard, stopping at the top of the steps and watching the Knight with his horse. He was quite tall, very tall indeed. Romily couldn't help but notice that he had no sleeves on his chainmail, which was most unusual, as all of the other Knight had their sleeves as well as their capes. Romily supposed that this was what made this Knight in particular stand out, despite his height.
She made her way slowly down the steps and approached him. Bobbing a curtsey as she stopped in front of him. "Forgive me for interupting you my lord, I couldn't help but to come and admire your beautiful horse" she smiled and stroked the horses mane, "and to of course welcome you back."
She then bit her lip and looked embarassed, "Im sorry" she laughed, "How awful of me! I haven't even introduced myself, I'm Romily." she felt her hands tighten around the book she was holding.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Nov 26, 2011 9:01:44 GMT -5
The library always provided Romily with a very good refgue. It gave her the chance to get away from the livliness of the castle. Not that she didn't welcome it, but it was always nice to have time to herself. She'd spent many hours in there today, browsing spines and mindlessly flipping through pages. It was nothing like the library at Wolfhall, and of course she highly doubted that any other could compare to Camelots.
The castle had been fairly quiet for a day or so. Arthur had rode out to Longstead to search for the party that had gone there to help cure a sickness that had fallen upon some of the villagers there. Along with him went Gauis as well as Agravaine, Arthur's uncle. It felt strange, not having anyone there apart from servants. She would've at least thought that Agravaine would've stayed behind. She hoped that everyone was found safe and well and that nothing had happened to them.
Romily left the library, book in hand - it was too nice a day to be stuck inside and she would take advantage of the sun all she liked. She passed a few servants and then turned the corner down a hallway.
Just as she was about to turn and head down the stairs she stopped by the window. It looked out onto the courtyard below. But it wasn't the view that had caught her attention, but rather the group that was now riding in and dismounting from their horses. Arthur was back, and with everyone accounted for so it appeared. Romily watched them from the window fiddling with the book in her hand. She'd make a note to go and see Gauis later on as well as Arthur when he wasn't busy. At least then she'd be thankful for some company.
She turned her head, looking down the stairs and seeing some of the group walking in, Gauis included. He gave her a small nod before following the others.
With that, Romily turned her head back to the window again, the courtyard now so much busier than it was before.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Nov 12, 2011 7:05:58 GMT -5
He kissed her again - fully well remebering the whole lily pond incident. She smiled softly. She'd give anything to have that moment back again, to go back and do things completly differently to how they were dealt with then. A small chuckle escaped her lips as he recalled how her efforts were admirable.
"I almost won" she gave him a triumphant look, "but had it not been for Bonnie looking for me then I would've done - after all I had the upper hand in that situation." she mused. Yes. Bonnie had found them and had said that her father had wanted her to see him, but Romily being Romily had told Bonnie to fib - just so she and Frederick had some time together. It had only been an hour later when her father had found the pair of them.
"Do you miss it?" she asked thoughtfully, not exactly stating what exactly it was. "Being that young and having the opportunity to do anything you wanted." well she didn't - having just been 19 when Frederick had walked into her life.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Nov 12, 2011 6:55:17 GMT -5
"There can be no price paid between friends Romily. Understand this; that you once saved my life, and consider this to be a sign of my gratitude for it." Romily smiled at his words. Friends. That was the nicest word ever, and Romily was all or friendship. She bowed her head. "Then I am glad" she paused, "Let us say no more of the matter then - you seem adament that there is nothing that I can possibly do to return the favour, and then there is the matter that I know I shall never win an argument between us" A small smirk formed.
Romily shook her head at the subject of King Leodegrance, "He keeps himself to himself - I will not judge him, and I certainly never did in front of my father, but in my opinion he always sounded as though he was scared of making allegiances with other kingdoms." she told him. Romily let out a small chuckle at the thought of King Arthur and his Knights of the Sewing Circle. "Yes I think so too" she mused, "after all - we excel in far more talents than men could ever imagine".
Reading. Yes - not that Arthur actually had any time to do so. He was busy running a Kingdom. Her face lit up when he mentioned the library. "Oh I do! My father used to tell me that burying my nose in a book would never do me any favours - but I would love it if you showed me. I so miss having something to read." she sighed, never having the time nor any books to do so whilst she worked for Eldon.
An awkward silence spread over the pair of them. Romily shifted uncomfortably as Arthur broke it."Have you been well acquainted with Lady Yassia?" Romily smiled weakly, "Indeed - I came to Camelot to visit her, as we have exchanged letters since she stayed at the inn I worked in." she told him but then went very quiet, "I...I haven't had much practicing in mingling with other nobles. Let alone other noblewomen - my father never actually took me to court." she admitted a little shamefully, "I don't really feel that I would fit in with any of the women in your court."
Truth be told she was actually very hesitant of other noblewomen, apart from Yassia of course. She didn't like to be the centre of attention and felt that if she was to meet other women she would be judged. Everyone would look at her just like they had done today during her audience - and that she most certainly did not want. "I do not want to offend you" she put in sadly, "but I just do not think that I shall ever be accepted as a noblewoman. Not here, or anywhere else"
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 31, 2011 13:08:41 GMT -5
Lot made his way over to where the landlord was talking with a local man, the bag of coins in his hand. He gave a small cough and then placed the bag into the landlord’s palm. “In exchange for the girl…” he simply said.
Eldon frowned and then looked over to Oliver. “My barmaids are not placed here for your masters amusement – they are here to work” with that he handed the coins back to Lot.
“My master wants the blonde and only the blonde, just for this evening” he shifted uncomfortably. “You already have the boar, I’m sure you could spare yourself one pretty little barmaid.”
“As I said before, my barmaids are here to work – this isn’t a gentleman’s club, but a tavern. My Millie isn’t for sale”
Lot looked taken aback. Millie? But she was called Jayne? Hadn’t Oliver called her Millie earlier? He couldn’t understand what was going on. He rummaged through his pocket until he produced another bag of coins. Ok it was less than what Oliver had to offer but combined it was certainly something. “Ok then…how about this?” he pushed the bags forward. “You get the money and my master gets the girl”
At this Eldon raised his brows and looked to Lot. “Ok, deal – but if he dares destroy that girl then he has another thing coming. I care a great deal about her; she’s one of my hardest workers.”
“I can assure you sir; she will be taken care of.”
Romily saw Oliver’s friend talking to Eldon as she passed with the tray of drinks. Immediately the elder man called her over. “This gentleman here says his friend wants you for the evening…” Eldon told her.
She looked to Lot who shifted uncomfortably before he looked at Oliver and then back to her. Romily herself looked at Oliver and the back to Eldon with a smirk. “And I suppose you said yes, because I’m that much like cattle at a market”
“It was a fair deal” Lot cut in with a smug look, “Oliver likes you, and when he wants something he genuinely tends to get it”.
“So I noticed…” she mused and picked up the tray of drinks that were to be carried to Oliver’s table. “Well then…your master has no idea just what he’s in for”.
Lot looked as though he was about to pass out! Eldon rolled his eyes as she walked away and over to the table. Setting the tray down, she caught Oliver’s eyes as she looked up. “I hear you’ve managed to get your way and free me from my duties this evening” she smirked, “Very clever I must say”
No Oliver – for once you won’t win this battle. I know what you’re up to and if you think you can sweeten me up just by treating me like any other tavern girl, then you’re certainly in for a shock!
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 30, 2011 15:35:45 GMT -5
She felt his arm snake around her waist, probably so as she couldn’t get away. Not that she wanted to. She broke off, her lips nearly on his still. “You love me” she smiled as though she were having an inside joke with him.
On that note, she leant in and again and kissed him a little deeper – she had missed him, she wouldn’t deny that.
She was now remembering the afternoon in the gardens a few years ago, as they walked through trees and past the lily pond that she was fond of.
“Oh come along Frederick!” she’d called back to where he was walking a short distance behind her, “at this rate, by the time we get to the fountain it’ll be nightfall!” she’d chuckled and shot a small grin his way.
Romily walked a shorter distance along the pond, before settling herself down by the edge and running her fingers through the water. “This is my favourite place to come when I want some time to think…sad I know, but I’ll never grow bored of it, it’s just…beautiful…” she sighed and then looked up to where Frederick had now joined her. “You can sit you know…I don’t bite”.
When Romily thought back to then and compared it to now – that had all sounded so cheesy! But they were young, and they had been in love, even though the other hadn’t really known. “Do you remember that bloody lily pond?” she laughed lightly as they both broke off again, “and how I almost managed to push you in?”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 30, 2011 14:25:33 GMT -5
"I am telling the truth Romily; I love you."
She looked away from him – her heart was now banging away at her chest. He loved her. Frederick d’Amboise loved her? Every part of her ached - tired from all the hurt that had been inflicted, not just on her but on him too. “You love me?” she said, more to herself this time than to Frederick himself.
Pushing herself off of the tree, she moved forward more – she wanted to be close to him. She wanted to feel his arm brush against her. She just wanted to feel him and everything that he was feeling too. Now here he was admitting he’d fallen for her when he’d first saw her and then realising it was indeed love on that fateful afternoon in the gardens.
Romily moved even closer to him, now looking up at him, not just with the confusion and hurt that was masking her every thought, but with some slight affection as well. Once again she was finding herself falling for him – she didn’t want to hit rock bottom again – if that was even going to happen this time, then the scars would not heal.
“And I you…” she admitted, “I love you Freddie…” she told him again. “Really – I do”. She raised herself slightly to meet his lips – the same kiss as the one she had remembered back at Wolfhall. Only now there would be no interruptions and no one to tell them how to live their lives.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 30, 2011 14:04:04 GMT -5
Romily halted. What had he just said?! He still loved her? When had he even started??!! He was breaking her in two! Part of her wanted to just run into his arms whereas the other just wanted to be rid of him from her life.
She turned around to face him. By now he’d caught up with her. “You still love me?” she aksed in almost a whisper. There was no doubt about it – Freddie looked almost as cut up as she was at this whole scenario that was their meeting. “Please…” she begged, “don’t tease me”. She didn’t want to be mocked – she just wanted to straighten this all out. “You cannot possibly love me Frederick – not after everything that went on”. Yet somehow she was admitting to herself (and him) that she loved him?
Romily ventured cautiously towards him. “When did you first start to love me Freddie – please…I need to know…” why? Why did she need to know? Why were all these questions suddenly screaming at her?
She steaded herself against a tree trunk to prevent her from actually passing out. It was too much, it was all too much. She wanted to hear these words from him, and she wasn't going to come to a decision until she had.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 30, 2011 8:46:19 GMT -5
It hadn’t taken Romily long to find Yassia’s uncle’s estate. Given the directions that her friend had written to her, she thought that she’d spend days trying to locate the manor or even end up in a different part of Albion.
She’d missed her. Romily had quite a lot to tell – about how she’d come to stay in Camelot and Frederick. Yassia knew all about him. Of course Romily wondered what had happened to her friend since she’d last seen her.
Romily made her way towards the manor house that stood on the estate. It was huge! Yassia had certainly done well for herself, coming from wander to noblewoman again. She wondered whether Yassia had kept the dress she’d given her a couple of years ago – back when they’d spent the evening talking at The Ram, just about anything and everything. Men, clothes, their lives and their futures.
Had Yassia changed? Romily certainly had – or at least she felt that she had despite what Freddie had said. Even Arthur had told her that she hadn’t – so coming from a King she guessed that she was right.
She gave a nervous knock on the door, coming face to face with a servant. “I’m Lady Romily – I understand that Lady Yassia is expecting me?” she told them.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 30, 2011 6:26:16 GMT -5
Why was he doing this to her? Anything he said had an instant hold over her, even just by looking at him she was drawn in. her lips were so close to his right now – so close and it was only their foreheads that were actually touching. “I can’t” she breathed and drew away from him slowly. “I’m sorry Freddie; I just…just look at me! What on earth am I doing” she quickly found her feet and backed away from him.
"You could, Romily all I want is for you to be happy."
She shook her head, “No – I can’t have you in my life Freddie – I drew a line on our ‘friendship’ long ago – I can’t just allow you to waltz back into my life and act as though everything will be ok. It won’t ever be. I’m sorry but…it just hurts too much – even now I know the truth”. She told him sadly.
“I still love you Freddie” Romily told him as she looked over her shoulder, walking away, “but I just can’t ever be around you.”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 30, 2011 3:28:25 GMT -5
Oliver of course was the one to give commands of the group. Keep the drinks coming eh? They’d be on the floor by the end of the evening and Eldon wouldn’t be happy.
“Very well” she smiled and turned to leave, but the sudden action of Oliver getting up and slightly brushing her arm was enough to make her turn.
Romily eyes travelled to where he was now brushing a strand of hair from her face. Now that was the Oliver she remembered, a total Casanova. “And it seems as though your friend here is not the only one” she mused; if he wanted to the play the game then she’d play it too and beat it. “But if you want these drinks, I’m afraid you’ll have to turn your looks somewhere else for a few moments while I get them.” A small smirk travelled across her lips. Play Agnes. Play her ways and her devious charm and perhaps then Oliver wouldn’t suspect anything more.
Sit with them? Eldon would kill her if she so much as thought about taking a break. “As much as I’d love your company, my landlord is standing over there watching – he doesn’t like it when I sit and talk to the customers.” She told him, “but I suppose you could make it worth my while if you were to slip him a few coins” she smiled sweetly and traced a finger down his cheek, “I’m sure you could do that as well as that week off you’ve just ‘promised’ me” Romily bit her lip playfully, “Perhaps…even more?” With that she glided off to the bar to get the men their drinks, leaving Oliver standing there.
He was soooo going to lose the game. When Romily flirted, she would flirt and that was saying something.
“Don’t mess up Millie, punters like them have a lot of money and power” Eldon warned
Romily turned to him, keeping her eyes on the men who seemed to be watching her every move, “oh I wouldn’t worry” she smirked, “I think I’ve got these ones wrapped right around my little finger”
“Good girl, but don’t forget yourself” Eldon replied gruffly and walked off to speak with a local.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 23, 2011 14:49:49 GMT -5
He was now cupping her cheek. Romily could feel her cheek burning under his touch. Yes, she had missed it, and now she felt that she was falling deeper than she had done before. How was it possible that one man could possibly make her feel this way? And one who had caused her so much pain.
She let out a small sigh and rested her forehead against his. She just wanted to feel like she had done before all this trouble had started, before everything had collided into little fragments. “You can’t promise that Freddie” she breathed, giving into him and his ways. “You can’t promise me something like that – just like I can’t give you my word.”
She had her eyes closed, why? She wanted just to savour this moment until they finally broke away. Why was she always so weak? Why had she suddenly crumbled to dust around him? she had been so much stronger before he’d started talking to her from behind the darn tree!
“Freddie, please” she begged, opening her eyes and meeting them with his. She stil, didn’t dare move her forehead from his, she was too scared as to what might happen next. “I can’t make you happy, I could never make you as happy as you’d like to think”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 23, 2011 11:31:46 GMT -5
Romily steadied herself against the bar, feeling almost now too weak to stand. Oliver was here. Of all the places in Albion! He had recognised her, or at least thought she was familiar. At least her little white lie had proved effective and he hadn’t questioned her anymore on the topic. She wondered whether he had been worried. They would exchange letters often and talk about their love of books – something that had formed their friendship. But since the whole betrayal with Freddie, Romily hadn’t the heart to write to him to tell him of what happened. So she stopped. Just like that. She felt guilty but at the same time it was for Oliver’s own good. Why would he want to be friends with a disgraced barmaid?
She looked over to where he was sat talking to his friends. Agnes immediately spotted her and snorted. “Dream on Millie, that boy has got far better taste”
Romily smiled to herself, still watching Oliver, “I know – which is why he spoke to me instead of you” and on that she turned on her heel, once again having the upper hand in the argument. Anyway she knew Oliver better than Agnes. She pondered as to whether she should actually reveal herself to him. She had a secret life hidden from the locals here anyway. She decided against this. Oliver would only persuade her to go back to her father, and that she didn’t want.
“Romily, the gentleman at the table over there want more drinks” Eldon said, passing her to get to the bar, “and be quick about it.” Great. It was Oliver’s table. That would mean she’d have to talk to them all again. Cautiously she walked over.
“The landlord says that you want more drinks gentleman? What can I get for you?” she asked, seeing that the member of the group that had been too over friendly earlier, seemed to be thinking of his witty retort. “and once again, not me” she sighed, tired of all the attention that she was attracting from them now. "Surely you can think of a better line to impress me with gentleman?" she smirked, "because it's just not working for me right now". she told them, the satisfaction of once again having the upper hand, seeping into her voice.
Her eyes flickered to Oliver before back to the rest of the group.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 23, 2011 10:23:44 GMT -5
He was right. Her barmaid days were indeed well and truly over, it was time to move on and forget the past and to start a fresh here in Camelot. “But I must repay you, please think of something – I cannot have this amount of kindness going unpaid Arthur, I just won’t” King or not, she was telling him straight.
"Thank you. I can not say I have met King Leodegrance, but if he is as you compare, then perhaps it is a good thing."
Romily smiled at this. “The King of Carmelide keeps himself to himself, most likely to avoid a war so my father used to say – but I would say that you are most defiantly the better of the two” she admitted.
She laughed at this joke of her teaching Arthur how to sew, dear lord how on earth she’d managed to achieve that in the first place was beyond her, and at least he was still living now. “Hmmm the King of Camelot and his sewing circle? Not something that is usually heard of” she smirked, “never the less I am sure that we can persuade a few Knights of yours to join us” she teased a little more before turning serious. “I think it best that you do– can’t have you jabbing a needle into your fingers all the time can we? Anyway, my father always said sewing was a woman’s job.” There was a pause. “But then again you need a hobby – what about reading?” she smirked again, “Do you read?”.
"Do you have any belongings with you, or are they still at the inn? We must start to get you settled."Belongings? The only belongings that she had were in the small pouch that she was carrying. Just some jewellery and that was it, apart from the dress that she was now clothed in – she indeed had no other belongings to her name.
At this she shook her head. “I have none – I kind of left Carmelide in a rush and this is really the only dress of rank that I have as well as some jewellery” she shrugged, “I am basically as you see me now”.
How pathetic did she feel right now? Very. On the realisation that indeed all that she owned were the clothes on her back, she felt like a rather pathetic excuse for a noble woman. No wonder the court had looked at her in the way that they did. She probably looked ridiculous! No matter what Arthur said.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 22, 2011 13:18:19 GMT -5
She wondered what on earth he was going to ‘show’ her as he stepped forward. Her eyes followed to where he brushed some hair from her face. She could feel her skin tingle slightly at the touch that now felt all the more familiar to her.
Romily knew that she had to do what he’d said. She had to let him in sometime – otherwise he would never leave her be. She cupped his hand in her own.
“If you even think, about so much as hurting me, then I swear that you will know of it Frederick - and I will make your life hell” she meant it – she could be pretty nifty with a sword when it came down to using one. Usually she’d only resolve something like this with words. But this was different. This was a man who she loved, had loved – and now wanted her back in his life.
Her gaze met the floor when he told her she had not been a disappointment. “But I was” she murmured, “to you, your father and my own…” Her mother would be turning in her grave on hearing these words, but Romily knew she had failed her as a daughter. “I made decisions long ago that I now regret – and I can’t ever take them back.” she paused.
"I have spent my whole life alone, and still even with you now here - i feel more alone than ever."
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 22, 2011 12:50:04 GMT -5
Romily could sense that Freddie was angry at the revelation of her father lying to them both. She was angry herself, but she did not show it. That was the past – it had come and was now long gone, and there was nothing that they could do about it.
Freddie hadn’t changed personality wise. He was still as charming as she remembered him. Yes he looked a little older, but it had been some time since their paths last crossed. It could have been so different –perhaps they could even have married had her father not intervened. She could slowly feel the tears prickling her eyes. How dare her father! How bloody dare he! All this was because of him and his overprotectiveness to her!
She looked at Freddie, still somewhat hurt by all that had been said and uncovered. She felt him take her hand, her own that had felt a little cold before was now warmer. “Freddie…” she began, but did not know what to say about this. “I can’t…I cannot be in your life” she told him. “How can I be sure that you want me like you say you do?” she asked. “How can I be sure of anything that you are saying to me?”
She wanted him to kiss her so much again, just as he had done before her father had screamed murder at them both. In all honesty, she had missed his touch. It was only now she was starting to realise that perhaps she could not hate him as much as she had made out to?
“I could never be your wife Freddie, or anything to you” she shook her head sadly, “the way that I am now…I’m not the Romily that you met back at Wolfhall those years ago – I’ve changed for the worst and I would just be as much of a disappointment as I was back then.”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 20, 2011 11:55:35 GMT -5
Romily glanced and saw Agnes scowling from the bar, obviously jealous of not receiving the same attention or treatment that she was getting. Romily gave a small shrug and then turned back towards the group.
“So come on then? I haven’t got all day, and the locals won’t take too kindly to you if you keep me from waiting on them” she warned. The locals didn’t take too kindly to any new traveller until they were fully sure that they could gain their trust. Romily had been an exception, but as a close knit community there had been questions raised.
"Millie?"
She had no idea where or who that had come from until she saw one of the group standing up, looking or rather gawping at her in astonishment. She frowned slightly at him, Oliver? Was that the same Prince Oliver of Mercia that had visited Wolfhall all those years ago? Indeed it was. Oh no. she couldn’t have her cover blown after all of this. Agnes would have a field day if she found out who she really was.
"Romily, is that really you?" Oliver was now asking. She had to play it cool. She had to act like she had no idea who he was.
Romily continued to frown back at him, as though she was confused by the whole scenario. “I’m sorry” she shook her head, “you must have mistaken me for someone else, my name is Jayne.” And now in true Romily style, she avoided the subject by turning back to the men. “Right stew it is then”.
With one last pitiful smile towards Oliver, she turned and headed back to the bar, with Agnes watching and fuming at the sight.
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