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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 19, 2011 15:24:41 GMT -5
So her father had lied to her? Well that didn’t surprise her in the least! He’d told Romily that Frederick had left and had no intention of returning to her again, not that they’d had words and he’d been thrown out! She sighed slightly and looked to Frederick. “I did not know that – he told me that you had left and that was it. Of course he wouldn’t have gone into details”. Why had she even stuck up for her father before? Was there anything else that he had done to Frederick? Paid him to leave? Offered him a woman who would make a better wife? Come to think of it, was he even married? Romily most likely thought that he was yet spied no ring on his finger.
His words were like ice, they made her freeze inside. He didn’t want to let her go? Again? She was so confused that she did not know whether or not to believe him. For all she knew he could just up and leave Camelot without so much as a goodbye again.
She looked from her feet back up to him. He had always been much taller than her that she’d almost forgotten the little features. The ones that had made her fall too deep for him. “I cannot promise that, you know I can’t” she shook her head slowly, “I’ve spent these last years running from my past and now when I finally have the chance to move on, it comes back to haunt me.” She bit her lip slightly, “It’s not fair Freddie, not fair to me or you. We could both have lives that we’ve wanted.”
Romily had no idea what kind of life Freddie wanted, she knew what one she wanted – just – right now she was undecided as to what path to take anymore, and who to include in it. However she was sure that the thoughts that were collecting themselves in her mind included Freddie. And that scared her more than anything else.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 18, 2011 13:49:33 GMT -5
Romily wanted to slap him yet at the same time wanted to believe him. she had no idea why Freddie was taking this much of an effort to make things up to her when he had never done before, despite his reasons – which quite frankly she found pathetic. She hardly thought herself capable of starting a war, even if her father had hit the roof.
“All the same, despite what my father said – it would have been nice to have at least a ‘goodbye’” Romily replied, “I have no idea what he said to you, but whatever it was then I wouldn’t have even bothered listening to him. “She had no idea why she was defending her father; he was just as much of a fool and Freddie. “Despite his cold exterior, he wanted me kept away because he couldn’t lose me. He’d already lost my mother”.
A week?! A whole week! What the hell was she going to do with him around for a week! She couldn’t keep hidden in her room whilst he talked affairs and whatnot with Arthur. Why couldn’t he just see that she wanted to move on and forget about him.
“I don’t think that will be possible” she shook her head, “I’ve already told you I want to start a new chapter – so why won’t you let me?” she asked. Romily had to know what it was that was so important.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 17, 2011 15:17:56 GMT -5
Of course. Her father. It always was her father when it came down to situations such as theirs. Things would have been so very different had he not had interrupted them.
“My father always did his best to hide me away” she told him bitterly, “He never let a man near me apart from the ones who he thought acceptable. Even now I still cannot understand his character. He wanted me married yet never took me to court and kept me hidden.” It was now she was starting to realise that perhaps her father had cared. That he hadn’t wanted to lose her and have no one left. But he had lost her and in the most unfortunate of circumstances. Oh well that was his problem.
“A war” she half laughed at the thought that she could ever be responsible for a war between Carmelide and Sorestan, “was I really that much of a disappointment that I could’ve started a war?” she asked quietly. “My father is not a King, he does not choose who to declare war with other than by words – the King of Carmelide would have not declared war on Sorestan just because the daughter of his good friend was sharing a few private moments with a visitor”. Durwin didn’t have that much of a hold over King Leodegrance, no matter how good a friend he was to him.
She stared out ahead of her trying to remember what her father had said to her that day. “My father told me that I had let myself down and him once you had run off” she said, “he said that my mother would have not liked the woman that I was becoming – there were a few more words and he said that he would never forgive me. So I left, just like that without any second thought. He wanted to be rid of me and I rid of everything that had happened.” She admitted
Romily looked to Frederick, “There have even been times where I wish I had never met you…but the damage is done.” She gave a small shrug. “I’ve moved on with my life, even if it does not seem like that – I have a new start here in Camelot and that is what I intend to do – start a new chapter”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 17, 2011 14:42:12 GMT -5
Did she really want to listen to his words? They had been like poison before and no matter how much he had ‘never stopped caring’ about her, Romily wasn’t entirely sure that she wanted to hear him out.
She knew she would have to though. He’d listened to her go on about how much of an idiot he was in her view, so now she’d have to grant him the same. She didn’t dare look at him, she couldn’t – he was Frederick, and the only man she’d ever really cared for. Bonnie had told her to be careful when the pair had first met.
“That boy is no good for you my lady, I’ve heard stories of him…” she warned. Of course Romily had dismissed it as some misunderstanding.
“Oh Bonnie, stories can bend – Frederick is a very charming man – he wouldn’t hurt me”
Oh how those last few words had been stupid – very stupid indeed. That was why she was here now. Of course he wouldn’t hurt her more than he already had. If Bonnie had been here now then she would have been doing all the fighting for Romily and leading her away from him.
“So why did you leave?” she demanded, “If you cared that much, why did you leave?” she wanted answers and she wanted them now.
Looking down at her hand she saw that he’d taken her own in his. Her eyes travelled back up to him. He’d held her hand like this before. Removing it slowly from his grasp, she noticed a stone seat and sat down on it, looking up at him and waiting.
“Go on then…” she shrugged, “explain”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 17, 2011 14:17:53 GMT -5
Romily was still reeling from her meeting with Frederick. How could he? How could he say sorry after all this time? Did he not know just how much pain and conflict that he had caused? Not just with her father but also with herself! She would be glad now that she would never see him again.
Romily crossed the courtyard and settled herself down on the steps. She felt lost at this moment in time. Everything seemed to be quite surreal now – being in Camelot – as a lady. Not having to serve drinks to anyone. And she had people who cared to help her.
She wouldn’t let him beat her. She knew that she’d shown her weak side by diving behind a tree when she first saw him and that just about said it all really. She still cared. She knew she should but she still did.
She watched the people go about their business and self-consciously toyed with the sleeves of her dress – not knowing what to do next, the only thing she could do was stay there. To stay sitting and to think about this whole diabolical situation that she should’ve had more control of.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 17, 2011 12:07:36 GMT -5
Of course she knew that he would go after her, she wasn’t that stupid after all. She halted as he appeared in front of her to block her path. Romily quickly turned her head away from him so as he couldn’t see how hurt she was.
She snorted, “Sorry…” she rolled the word on her tongue as though it were alien to her, “You are not sorry” that was it, she knew now that she would rant at him until he got the message. “I was disowned because of you and all your lies to me! You didn’t even defend us both when my father found us! It was a kiss and that’s all it was! Yet you stood by and watched and then left without another word to me! You are not sorry! How could you possibly be?” her eyes now showed the anger and frustration that he was causing her.
“How can I possibly forgive you for something like this?” she now looked him in the eye, “these past three years I’ve had to pick myself up and make a living as a barmaid, bit of a culture shock when you come from the likes of Wolfhall to a dingy Inn” she told him truthfully. “but to be honest I’m glad – because had this never had happened, I wouldn’t have found any of my friends that I have now, and thanks to Arthur – I’m here today and not lying in some unknown grave”.
Yes. That would make him feel guilty – after all, Arthur had helped her away from Cenred’s men when they had attacked her. She defiantly owed him far more than she had anticipated.
“I have wasted so many thoughts on you that now I just want to forget everything, and forget you – go back to Sorestan once you’ve finished whatever business you have here. You may be welcomed by Arthur, but you are not by me – even if I am only a guest”. She paused, before starting again, “I really did think that once you would come after me and find me…seems my expectations of you were not entirely what I thought them to be”
On that, she leant up and gave him a small kiss to the cheek. “Goodbye Frederick, I truly hope that you find a woman who is worthy of having you”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 17, 2011 11:53:25 GMT -5
It had been a busy day at The Ram, busier than usual so that Romily noticed. Eldon and Agnes were both ranting at her to be a lot quicker on her feet, to check the stew, to beat the sheets and other jobs that Romily knew that Agnes was quite capable off. At present she was in the kitchens trying to serve up some food for the locals, anymore chores and she’d scream. She had no idea where Eldon had disappeared to and Agnes was flirting with a group of men who looked as though they had just finished a days hunt.
“Don’t worry Rom – I think I’ve got this one” Agnes smirked as she flittered past to obviously take the men their drinks.
“Excuse me! Miss!” called one of them as she passed. Romily turned, “Would it be possible to have something to eat alongside the drinks that your pretty friend is getting for us?”
Romily hoped Agnes hadn’t heard the comment, she was sure that she’d be draped over all the men by the end of the day – ever being the man eater that she was. Romily just didn’t know how she didn’t, and she didn’t really want to find out either. “Perhaps you come served with food?” another man smirked, “She’s prettier than the other girl”
“I can give you stew and some bread to go with it, it’s that or nothing” Romily told the group, “And before you ask, no I do not come as a side order”. She was going to make it known now that she was unlike Agnes or any other barmaid for that matter.
“So what will it be gentleman? Because I’m busy enough as it is”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 16, 2011 16:25:34 GMT -5
He was blocking her from leaving now – begging her to stay. Romily wondered why on earth she should give him the satisfaction of doing so. He hadn’t made the situation they were in any better all those years ago; he was responsible for everything that she had been through. She did however thank him for making her become a far better woman than she would have been.
Now he wanted her to stay for a chat? As though nothing had happened at all? He was wrong if he thought for one moment that she would actually buy any stories that escaped his lips. Romily was done with him. Even if the memories still remained, she’d buried any thoughts of the pair of them long ago.
“I have nothing to say to you” her voice cracked slightly. “Please – just leave me be”.
With that she glided past him and set off, hoping to lose him in the maze of flowers and trees that were growing all around. The gardens were big enough so surely she could just escape from him unnoticed.
It was only now that Romily felt something warm on her cheek. A tear sliding down it confirmed her own worst fear. She still cared about what he thought, and even now he still had some hold over her – whether she liked it or not. She wanted to scream at him, hit him – do anything to hurt him, but she couldn’t. She just couldn’t.
Wiping the tears away, she blinked a few times before regaining her normal pace of walking. She’d already fought with him, and now she knew that she was fighting more and losing battle.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 16, 2011 16:05:20 GMT -5
Romily could tell by the shock in his voice that he wasn’t expecting her. Eventually she raised herself from the curtsey and looked at him. There was no expression that she could describe right now. She was not smiling yet she was not angry either.
“Hello Frederick” she said.
Romily looked at him again – he was very handsome indeed, more handsome than he was before. She wasn’t going to deny it. She wondered why on earth he was in Camelot. Maybe his father had friends in the court or something? Her own father was friends with his and also of the court of Carmelide.
She wondered what he was feeling now, was he kicking himself mentally or was he breathing a sigh of relief?
“If you’ll excuse me” she shook herself from her thoughts, “I have to go”.
She couldn’t stay here. Not with him. He’d seen her – she’d seen him and that was all there was to it.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 16, 2011 15:21:56 GMT -5
She heard him venture closer. He’d seen her, but not recognised her – so that was good. As long as he passed the tree without any inkling that she was behind it then all would be well... but his next words aimed obviously at her were ones that filled her mind with dread.
She kept quiet as he joked about having their conversation through a tree. That sounded like Frederick – the same old Frederick that she’d known a few years ago. What would she do? She couldn’t stand behind a tree all day. Romily kept her back pressed up against the trunk, if she kept backing up against the tree any longer then she’d be in it rather than up against it.
There was no other choice. She’d have to face him sometime and no matter how much she wanted the ground to swallow her up – the time to confront her demons was now.
Taking a deep breath Romily peeked slightly round at him from behind the tree. Yes. Same old Freddie, still as handsome as ever. She then slowly emerged from her hiding place with a confident poise and acting like the woman she should be. The Lady Romily. Not Millie. She wanted him to feel guilt or pain just like he’d caused her, so now it was time to make Frederick see that she did not need him.
“My Lord” she swept into a curtsey and stayed in her position on the ground, not looking at him, but rather at the path. If she laid eyes on him again then he would see the hurt that had suddenly come streaming back into them.
Round one to Millie it was then.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 16, 2011 14:06:06 GMT -5
Romily found that a morning walk did her the world of good. It was during these times that she could ponder upon the thoughts running through her mind of what to do that day. As Arthur’s guest in the castle she was still trying to find a suitable accommodation. There had been the subject of writing to her father to tell him of where she was, but after many attempts and a hearth full of burning paper, she had decided against the idea altogether. He wouldn’t care if she were dead, so what was the use in telling him where she was?
Since being in Camelot she had felt like a changed woman. In all honesty, she was sure that she was and for the better. Romily had made mental notes to herself to call upon Yassia one day but had never got around to it – instead just walking alone anywhere. Fields, Forests and so on, just enjoying her own company for the time being.
This morning Romily found herself in the gardens of the castle. It was a nice place to retreat to and she’d only walked there once or twice. She stopped to admire flowers or just her general surroundings. It was all quite beautiful. Her own garden at Wolfhall had been like this one indeed, full of beautiful flowers and trees – of course it was the gardens that brought back the memory of the fateful afternoon she’d left her home. It was funny how the smell of just one flower could ignite a memory that she’d tried so hard to push to the back of her mind. Never mind. That was then and this was now.
As she rounded the corner, she caught sight of someone walking in the distance towards her, and as she grew nearer she could just about make out a man of rather a tall stature – dressed in all his finery. He reminded her of Frederick…
Wait!
Romily squinted slightly as she made out the man’s features. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. What on earth was he doing here! Out of all of Albion, why on earth was Frederick d’Amboise, the man who had broken her heart, here right now! In Camelot! No! This was not good. Romily’s heart banged against her chest and she looked around for a place to hide until he passed. He hadn’t noticed her yet, but another few steps and he would!
She raced behind a tree and leant back against the trunk, catching her breath and trying to make sure that she wasn’t seen.
Frederick. Frederick was really here. Someone was surely out to get her.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 9, 2011 10:17:03 GMT -5
She gave a small chuck at the suggestion of getting lost together. “I take it that you do this a lot then” she told him, “judging by the way that people are staring, I’d say that you must have helped out a few lost barmaids in your time”. He was fibbing and Romily could tell. What was it with men and directions?
Romily followed Gwaine in the direction that he had suggested. “So…what’s your job? You know im a barmaid so you must be in Camelot for some purpose? I doubt that you’re ‘just passing’.” No. he looked too comfortable to be a visitor. Romily kept to his side, if he miraculously knew where he was going then at least she’d remember for next time. She was sure that The Rising Sun was in the other direction, but she didn’t mind a little detour.
“Hmmm, I’m guessing that you are a…servant? Or a trade seller?” she took a few guesses, musing at the fact that he would most likely dismiss each of her suggestions. There was no harm in guessing though. “Or perhaps…someone who lifts very heavy objects all day?” she studied his build. Whatever he was she was bound to find out.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Oct 9, 2011 10:04:47 GMT -5
Romily couldn’t believe that Arthur would bestow this amount of kindness on her. She shook her head in disbelief at his suggestion that she stay as a guest. “I couldn’t...i couldn’t possibly… but…but what could I do?...” she trailed off on realisation that she would have nowhere else to go. Arthur was giving her the start of a new life, she couldn’t reject him.
Romily smiled, “How can I ever repay you?” she asked before pausing. “I know I cannot remain here forever, but in Camelot I would like to, and when the time comes for me to make a valid decision, I would very much like you help if you are willing to give it to me?”.
Romily now couldn’t imagine a life without Camelot, it felt more like home than Carmelide or Eldon’s bar. She bit her lip when he said that she had a friend. In fact she almost wanted to cry at the prospect. Not with sadness but happiness. “and I am glad” she smiled, “I am glad to call you my friend and to be called yours in return.” She picked herself up from the floor and looked to Arthur with a serious expression, “You are much kinder than King Leodegrance, and I dare say a whole lot wiser too – you were taught well, even if you can’t sew up a wound to save your life” She teased.
Now she couldn’t stop laughing. She knew she shouldn’t bring up the past but the memories would always be there for both. The memories and earliest days of friendship. No matter how embarrassing, Romily would treasure them.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Sept 24, 2011 2:05:36 GMT -5
Romily felt glad after hearing Arthur’s words. Over time she had started not to care what people thought about her, but today she did. She’d come here to plead her case and that was what she would do. It helped now they were alone – she didn’t feel all the eyes of the court burning into her back and judging her. She knew what they were thinking. That she was a girl trying to pass herself off as a noblewoman and had robbed someone of their dress.
Romily looked down at the ground and then back up to Arthur. “Far too well in your case” she smiled, “I can tell you’re enjoying this”. Arthur was grinning like a Cheshire cat – of course he was. His prank on her had worked hadn’t it. She wasn’t angry with him, just surprised that he was actually able to pull something like this off.
"You came to me as a friend, seeking advice and aid. Nothing has changed for I still wish to help you. Whether it be as a friend, or a king." On hearing these words Romily slowly found herself sinking to the floor, dress billowing around her as though it would swallow her up. He wanted to help. It wasn’t just a prank; he actually wanted to help her.
“I…” she choked out, but couldn’t exactly find the right words. Looking up at Arthur she instantly looked back down to the floor again. “Helping a friend would be nice” she smiled to herself, “you said you would help me to seek refuge in your kingdom as a noblewoman – to be recognised as one…” she began, “I don’t want to spend all my nights serving people in the inn, I don’t want to be the one to keep breaking up tavern brawls – even though I’m very good at that might I add – I just need a new start, away from my father and Carmelide. I’ve learnt a lot from living as any other barmaid would, but now I just want to…” she trailed off.
“You know what I want – and if you can’t make any of these things happen then I understand” she told him and stood up again. “Either way I wouldn’t judge you on your decisions. You are a good man Arthur – I know that because I have seen it, and I believe that you are a good king to these people too.”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Sept 23, 2011 16:21:00 GMT -5
Arthur dismissed the court after she had asked whether they could speak alone. Romily watched as everyone filed out, looking at her more now with suspicion, as though she would do something to the king. Even the guards were reluctant to leave, which was understandable, but Arthur dismissed them too. Romily wouldn’t kill him, they both knew that – even if she did feel like strangling him for giving her the biggest shock of her life.
"I told you I would be here with you,"
“Yes” she mused, “so you did”. Her lips broke into a broad smile. There wasn’t any words that could really sum up this moment. “Don’t take offense if I faint, its not from shock but more of the fact that this darn corset is laced too tight” she gestured to the dress.
“I thought I’d dig out this old thing and make an impression – but I don’t think that the court appreciate a lady in pink”.
Romily couldn’t help but chuckle at Arthur’s next words. “You know perfectly well of my situation and how it came to pass – you were the one who suggested this meeting” she smiled knowingly. “Now I can see why you were so persuasive into letting me speak with the King. I would’ve had no idea that it would be you on that throne today” she grinned and then paused.
“It rather suits you Arthur – no wonder you looked so happy yet troubled when we last met.” She told him. Now that she saw him in this attire, Arthur looked quite at ease with his position. There was one question she wanted to ask though. “Why are you helping me?” she asked, “I know I’ve said it before but you do not have to.” She knew that Arthur wasn’t the type to not help a friend, but she did wonder why he was bothering to give up his time to help a runaway nobleman’s daughter.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Sept 19, 2011 14:28:06 GMT -5
Romily waited for the guard (who had disappeared into a room) and straightened herself out some more. She needed to look like nobility – she needed to prove herself so as she could appeal to seek refuge in Camelot.
Where on earth was Arthur?! Surely he wasn’t going to ditch her in her time of need, and allow her to face a King who she didn’t even know! Perhaps he was already in the hall?
The guard came back out, “This way miss…once the King has spoken first, then you may speak to him” he instructed her and lead her through the two big doors into a very large hall.
If it hadn’t have been all the looks that she was given now, she would’ve taken more time to take in just how big the room actually was. It was the dress, it must be the dress. No woman courtier here was wearing a very bright pink. Romily suddenly felt very self conscious as to whether or not they were thinking badly of her for turning up in such a shocking attire.
Romily took a deep breath and finally looked ahead of her.
WAIT!
No…no way…
"Romily de Braose,"
The little tinker! The playfulness in his greeting could only confirm that this was the man that she…OH NO…
A horrible thought hit her. Not only was she suffering from shock that ARTHUR was in fact wearing a crown, but also that she and he and the cave and…good grief! This could never be mentioned to anyone!
The guard stopped and Romily walked past towards him, a small smirk on her lips, almost wanting to laugh lightly at the situation. She swept down into a low curtsey, just like she’d done so when she used to greet visitors at Wolfhall, before rising again.
“Sire” she looked at him with a mischievous look in her eye. So. This had all been a plan to get her here and then break the news to her subtly in front of the court. “Thank you for taking the time to speak with me – although I must say that im quite lost for words – which I think you know why”.
Her words were musing. Arthur certainly had a lot to answer for! “But would it be possible for us to speak in private? You are clearly aware of why”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Sept 14, 2011 15:46:20 GMT -5
He wanted her to shop him around the market place? This was going to be hard considering she was only just finding her way around herself. He was still grinning at her when she turned to him with her answer. “I’m not really a tour guide” she shrugged, “im only just managing to navigate myself around Camelot as I am here visiting a friend – but if you did ever want to get lost then im always free” she smiled warmly.
Gwaine was really trying hard here and she didn’t understand why, but chose to allow him to carry on. She had warmed to him slightly – of course if he stuck around for a bit longer – which he obviously wanted to do – then she was sure that she would gain a new friend by the end of the day.
Romily walked away from him again, taking a few steps before looking back over her shoulder at him. He was still stood there watching her – most likely not knowing what to do next. “Well? Are you coming?” she asked, “if we’re going to get lost then we may as well do so together.”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Sept 14, 2011 15:04:21 GMT -5
She couldn’t have been anymore nervous than she was now. This was all Arthur’s fault! He’d persuaded her to take up an audience with the King of Camelot and had arranged the whole thing – now she was on the verge of walking back out of the courtyard of the castle again – she’d almost turned and walked back out a few times, but knew that she couldn’t. This was either going to be one make or break milestone for her.
Where was Arthur anyway? He’d promised her that he’d be there throughout the whole thing, yet here she was waiting until he showed. She’d already paced up and down in thought. Should she or shouldn’t she. Would she be laughed at or not? Would she even be listened to? Arthur had said that she would be, so she held some hope that the King would indeed do such a thing.
Romily smoothed her dress down. She stood out like a sore thumb – it was a very bright pink after all, and she needed to prove her nobility. Then again the King could always ask whether she had robbed a noblewoman on her way there. She looked more of a noble today than she had done in the last three years, so at least she had that to fall back on in some ways.
It was no good. She was sure that Arthur wasn’t even going to be there and the audience would be starting soon enough. Romily made her way over to a guard – surely he would know something. She had no idea how these situations worked, so the whole situation would be screwed if he had no idea of what was going on either.
“Excuse me – im Romily de Braose, I have an audience with the King?” she told the guard who was busily looking her up and down with a sceptical look. On her saying this he nodded and gestured for her to follow him. Obviously he’d been waiting for her arrival. He led her down some halls, she looked around at the walls and up at the ceiling in awe. The castle was beautiful in every possible way, from every stone to every piece of décor that gave it some of the credit for its beauty. The only word that seemed to come to mind was ‘wow’, and even that was an understatement.
The guard left her outside two large doors without so much of a word as to where he was going and what she was to do – no doubt that he would be back though as he’d only told her to wait there.
Now it was really happening. She could do this. She was a noblewoman so it was time to act like one. Romily straightened herself out once again and clasped her hands together resting them gently against her stomach. It was now or never.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Sept 14, 2011 14:29:23 GMT -5
Respect that she deserved? Her father would say that she deserved none. When Gwaine called her beautiful she bit her lip. She had never received any compliments like that before, not even from Frederick. In all honesty she was anything but that – being brought up to believe that she was a plain and simple lady who no man would turn a head for (her fathers words, Bonnie her maid had disagreed with this).
Romily shook her head at Gwaine. “I deserve none of this treatment, I am not a lady – just a barmaid” she told him bitterly and then turned, “if you’ll excuse me – I need to head back to the inn. It was a pleasure to meet you” she smiled lightly at him and turned away again.
She continued to walk along the street but then heard footsteps from behind her. It appeared as though Gwaine wasn’t going to back down so easily, as he was now following after her. What would it take to make this man see that she wasn’t that kind of woman!
She stopped and turned to him with a quizzical look. He was apologising and now asking for them to start a fresh – obviously still wanting to know her name. "Perhaps we can start over? My name is Gwaine, and what may I call you?”
Romily looked at the floor for a few moments – just giving him her name wouldn’t hurt, she most likely wouldn’t see him again after today. Besides he’d apologised when really she had been the one who should be for giving him a bit of a cold shoulder.
Her eyes met his contentedly. “Romily” she finally came out with it, “My name is Romily”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Sept 11, 2011 16:07:01 GMT -5
She couldn’t help but smirk a little as he gave a rather enthusiastic bow. Gwaine. So that was his name.
Romily shifted slightly on the spot – wondering why on earth this Gwaine was bothering with her when clearly there were far more interesting women walking right past him. He seemed to acquire some charm in his demeanour, which Romily suggested was why some women were staring as they passed. It was all rather embarrassing for her really. The fact that he was bowing to a barmaid.
“Really, you should not bow to me” she told him – his formal gesture being somewhat foreign to her now that she was of lower rank than a few years previously, “I have already told you of what I do”.
“Then what a cruel world we live in, when one so beautiful works in a bar.” Came his simple reply.
Romily rolled her eyes at this, having heard these statements directed at her before, saying that a pretty girl like her should do something better with her life than waste away behind a bar serving locals. She’d taken this into consideration and was now in Camelot to see her friend Yassia, after upping and leaving Eldon and his daughter, not knowing whether she wanted to return to The Rams Head or not.
“There are far crueller things than me working as a barmaid” she told him.
Gwaine was grinning at her again now, having asked her name for the second time. As much as Romily would have, she decided to keep it under wraps for the time being – not only would it add to Gwaine’s ever growing curiosity, but it showed him that Romily wasn’t about to fall to his feet and give in so easily.
“All good things come to those who wait” she mused, and started to head off in the direction of The Rising Sun.
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