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Post by Romily de Braose on Sept 11, 2011 15:24:33 GMT -5
Bang.
Someone collided with her as she left the stall, basket dropping to the ground. Romily quickly gave her apologies to whoever it was (in all honesty, she hadn’t looked) and quickly gathered up the contents of the basket that were now sprawled over the ground.
She rose to her feet again, meeting with the eyes of a man. “Really the fault was all mine”. She told him.
She was shocked as he took her hand and kissed it. Obviously he was a local charmer who liked nothing more than to literally run into women often so it appeared. “But now I can only hope you will grace me with the pleasure of your name.”
Yup. That seemed to confirm it. Romily frowned slightly and looked down at her hand, to where the man was still gently rubbing the top of it where the kiss had been placed. She'd never had such an introduction as this. In all honesty it was quite forward.
“And why would I consider doing such a thing?” now it was her time to smirk, “after all, you have not yet introduced yourself” she added. “And you are mistaken in thinking that I am a lady – im merely a barmaid sir”. She admitted. Once upon a time she would’ve been formally introduced to new people by her father, (Romily still shuddered at Prince Vortigern’s visit to Wolfhall), but now things had changed.
Romily gently exhaled as he released her hand from his grasp and waited for his reply.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Sept 11, 2011 14:35:40 GMT -5
Romily trailed the marketplace and its stalls that were already bustling with demand. She was in need of material or something to make a dress, and as she’d be spending longer than she thought she would in Camelot, sewing would pass the time diligently in the inn room that she’d spent far more time in than anywhere else.
She picked up some material from one stall in particular and draped it around her shoulders, the stall owner complimenting how well it would look with a dress of similar colour.
“It is very beautiful fabric”, she told the stall owner “but I’d need a dress and occasion to wear it with”
“Nothing finer than this material miss, especially for a lady of your looks”
Romily chuckled and examined some of the other material that was on offer. “I suppose I could make something from this one” she smiled and held up a light red material. “It looks practical and a nice colour to wear for everyday use”.
“That it is miss” the stall owner nodded in agreement, “and the material you looked at earlier would compliment the colour”. He was right on saying that – the man clearly knew his fabrics and materials like the back of his hand.
“Very well then, I shall take them” she told him and handed him over some money and put the fabric in her basket.
That would take up a few afternoons, and would most likely be the best dress she’d made since leaving home. She’d taken to wearing neutral colours, having no need to dress herself in finer cloth such as gold’s, silvers and pinks. This red was just boarder lining fine and neutral and for Romily, that was just how she liked it. Borderline.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 21, 2011 15:44:41 GMT -5
"Perhaps you should acquire more common sense rather than knowledge attained from books. As your behaviour clearly displayed that you are massively lacking in that department."
Romily leant her head to one side and looked at the floor, smiling slightly. “Perhaps you are right” she admitted.
Her eyes went back to rest on him, “Well as you clearly saw earlier – I am not most women my lord”. Not at all. Romily had brought herself up with Bonnie’s help and some gentle nudging from her father. Perhaps Vortigern was right – maybe she was just a dumb noblewoman.
She didn’t bother to answer his question about interests. He wouldn’t listen to what she had to say anyway. Instead she chose to flip aimlessly through the pages of the book that was now resting in her laps.
Then came the question of her father and his actions. Romily didn’t look up from the book. “Because he thinks that he might just strike lucky with you” she told him, “ it is not that I do not think lowly of you my lord – it is just that he does this every time. Asks me to sit next to a man all evening, make conversation about things that do not interest either of us. I suppose we can both say that he was wrong on this account – for you do not like me at all”. It was then she looked up at him and smiled. “Anyway, what my father thinks does not matter now – the evening has come and gone.”
There went the sarcasm again. She’d only asked a question and didn’t intend to make it hurt in the slightest. “I was only asking” she replied quietly, “If you wish for me to leave you then I will do so – I only asked to see if you were comfortable.”
Romily felt truly defeated with this man. There was just no pleasing him and she was only doing something nice. If he had said that he wasn’t then she’d have sent for a servant to deal with whatever the problem was.
She stood up clutching the book tightly, not looking at Vortigern and feeling very foolish at the fact that she thought they could at least be civil.
Her voice came out quieter than even before. He seemed to have drained some energy from her in the process! “In fact, I shall leave you – I am sure you want some time to yourself without some clueless noblewoman wasting the rest of it”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 21, 2011 14:33:30 GMT -5
Ok, she got it. She was a woman whose only use was to sew and have children. She remained sombre and sat herself down in one of the chairs. “Not entirely” she told him, “a bit more education than normal can do wonders – and I find that in books”. This was true. She’d learnt more from books than she had done with her tutor. “I do enjoy the odd bit of embroidery though, but I find it all gets a bit too much of the same thing after a while”. She told him, “As for gossiping – I tend to steer clear of that area, even pageantry. My father likes to attend such celebrations but I keep myself to myself”. No she didn’t. Her father kept her away from them. “Such matters like that do not really interest me”.
Romily didn’t know why, but she was now laughing lightly at his comment that he wasn’t impressed with the library. It wasn’t mocking though. The last thing she wanted was a row in a dark library with a foreign prince. “Then what does my lord?” she asked sincerely.
"Tell me, what has suddenly caused change in such a loose tongued woman?"
She hadn’t expected him to ask that. Well she had but not this early on. “It was out of character for me to be acting how I was earlier,” she told him honestly, “I guess I wanted to show my father that no matter how hard he tries, his plans to throw me under the nose of every visiting nobleman will not always work. I am sorry for my actions, but the real me is as you see me now”. Like it or hate it – Vortigern would just have to put up with it.
Romily looked up at him, “Aren’t you tired from today’s events my lord?”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 21, 2011 13:57:01 GMT -5
She didn’t look insulted by his riding comment. She’d merely said it earlier to annoy her father and succeeded. “Indeed”.
With that she pushed herself from the bookcase and scanned the spines for the one she was looking for, her finger tracing over each and every one before finding what she was after.
“Do what at this hour? Search for a book?” she questioned, “That is the answer being that I cannot sleep and have nothing else to read my lord” she smiled. Romily felt that she could be more herself now that her father wasn’t in presence and watching her every move.
"It is not a habit of mine to wander aimlessly in a foreign estate."
“Until now so it may seem” she smiled again and watched him.
“And how do you find it my lord?” she asked referring to the library, “Does it please you?”
Would anything please this man? Romily wasn’t sure whether she wanted to hear the answer to that question.
He still hadn't answered her previous one as to whether he liked to read or not. Perhaps he did after all - otherwise it wouldn't be of interest to him.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 18, 2011 16:25:21 GMT -5
Romily put the book back on the shelf as Vortigern asked whether she her health had caused her lack of sleep or whether she got her kicks from stalking around Wolfhall at night.
She turned back to him, “The first my lord”. Of course the second wasn’t true! She hardly ever rose at that hour to look for a book, “but I find that my headache is much improving”. Not that he would care. “Stalking around Wolfhall in the dead of night isn’t how I get my kicks”. She added – channelling her earlier thoughts.
Her brows knitted together when it came down to the ultimate question. Why was he in the library? Romily put the candle down and leant back against the bookshelf. “Is this a frequent habit of yours my lord?” she repeated his earlier question, “or are you an avid reader?”. The question itself wasn’t offensive and she did not say it in such a tone that would allow him to think of it that way. With Vortigern, he was a hard man to read so she had found out.
With her back still pressed against the bookshelf, she waited for an answer. Whether it be sarcastic or honest. She was sure it would be the first.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 18, 2011 15:39:23 GMT -5
She hadn’t been able to get any sleep – her headache was wearing off and she was thankful that she could now do some reading by candlelight without being in pain.
Finishing her book, Romily knew that she wouldn’t be able to sleep anytime soon, and that there was a book in the library that Bonnie had forgotten to bring back up for her. Without anymore hesitation, she sat up and got to her feet, taking a candle with her so that she could see. Darkness had now fallen over Carmelide and it was no doubt that everyone had left and her father had retired.
Romily descended the stairs quietly so as not to wake anyone. The last person she wanted ranting at her during the middle of the night was Prince Vortigern. He’d most likely think a bed of nails was more luxurious than the ones in their guests’ rooms.
On entering the library she didn’t see him standing there at first. It was such a surprise to her that she almost dropped her book. Vortigern was there, looking at the spines of what was on every shelf. She hadn’t expected to find him in a library.
“My lord” she quickly bobbed a curtsey to him. “Im sorry if I have disturbed you, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here at this time of the evening.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 18, 2011 14:23:36 GMT -5
“It is clear you do not entertain many royalty, which comes as no surprise, for you are completely oblivious as how to act in front of them. The very nature of this entire family is appalling."
Romily wasn’t going to spoken to like that. Not in her own home. Not standing for anymore of Vortigern’s comments, she calmly dabbed her mouth with her napkin and rose. At the very sight of her, Durwin grabbed her hand. “What is wrong daughter?”
“If you will excuse me father, gentleman…I feel a little unwell”. She told him
Durwin nodded, “Go and rest my dear, I shall come and see how you are fairing later”. On letting his grasp go, Romily headed out of the hall and up to her room. Of course Bonnie was waiting for her – eager to know of all the gossip. On seeing her mistress’ face, her own fell.
“Was it that bad my lady?”
Romily nodded silently, “it seems I have displeased a number of people tonight Bonnie” she eventually spoke and set herself down on the window seat. “I am feeling the start of a headache coming on too”. She was sure it was Vortigern’s venomous image in her mind that had caused it.
“I shall get you a damp cloth my lady” Bonnie jumped up, but Romily held up her hand to stop her.
“No Bonnie – I’d just rather lie down for a while, my father will be coming to see how I am later and presumably to voice his disappointment.”.
Bonnie had her fists clenched a little, “That Prince Vortigern didn’t do anything to hurt you did he my lady?” she asked, “only I saw earlier as I was putting some book back in the library – the way that he looked at you, talked to you – no respect at all”.
“Why should he?” Romily shrugged, “I am a noblewoman and he of a royal status. It’s not exactly best friend material”
“When I see him I’ll…” Bonnie began but Romily once again cut in.
“Do not speak of him like that Bonnie – the Prince made his choice to come here and he didn’t have to. Just sharing a room with my father would be painful.”
Bonnie was speechless at this. “Why are you sticking up for him my lady? After how he’s acted…”
“It is who we are Bonnie. That man downstairs is Prince Vortigern and you have to accept that.” Romily told her and laid down on her bed, her head thumping. “Now…I think you should turn in”
“But my lady!”
“You have done enough today – and I’ll be perfectly fine on my own. I am a grown woman you know”
With that Bonnie headed over and kissed Romily on the forehead. “Goodnight my lady” and with that she was gone, closing the door silently on her mistress.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 18, 2011 13:18:37 GMT -5
“Well I did not get here on foot,"
Duh! She wasn’t stupid! Instead she gave a small chuckle. “I was only asking my lord. Im sorry if that was such an inconvenience for you”
BAM!
Romily – 1, Vortigern - 0
He politely returned her own question with one just as mocking as he was. What hobbies? She was sure he wasn’t the man who would talk about sewing. Instead she just shrugged. “The usual womanly duties which would bore you – but I also like to ride when I have the time, and believe me, I ride very well”. There went the smirk again. She couldn’t help it.
Next to her, she could hear Durwin groan slightly. She now knew that she was doing something right and the look on her father’s face said it all.
Romily carried on eating for a little while, occasionally talking to her father about nothing too trivial. His affairs were of no concern to her. it wasn’t until Lord Haelan piped up that she should be expected at court that Durwin hit the roof.
“Absolutely not! The idea is mad in itself” he slammed down his goblet.
Lord Haelan wasn’t giving in though, “But she is of an age where she should have been presented at court years ago! How can you expect her to marry if you do not present her my lord Durwin?”. At this Romily rolled her eyes as the Great Daughter Debate launched into full swing. In the end she felt as though she’d had enough and with that slammed her own goblet down on the table.
“Gentleman please! We have a guest here and all you care about is arguing about court affairs!” Lord Haelan immediately shut up whilst Durwin muttered something and went back to his meal. “That’s better” she nodded and took a sip of wine.
After a short time she leant over to Vortigern again. “If I were you my lord, I’d make my excuses and leave before it all kicks off – we both know that neither of us want to be here, and if im honest this war of words could get rather messy”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 18, 2011 12:46:06 GMT -5
Tarnish! Her! If it wasn’t for not being married yet, Romily was doing her father a favour! He told her that she was the image of her mother and denied any access from a man towards his daughter. He was scared of losing her too and being alone. Romily didn’t bother to listen anymore. She’d had enough.
“I admit my daughter is a little wayward, but I do not think she tarnishes the de Braose name” Durwin replied, “She is strong of mind and will, and yes I shall find a husband to shape her even more – but for now she serves and obeys me just as any daughter should”.
Romily did not care for what type of woman Vortigern went for. If she was stupid enough to marry him then that was a start. Thankfully dinner was announced and everyone headed to their places. Unfortunately Romily was seated in between her father and Vortigern. How very convenient. Had her father actually expected him to like her?!
“Watch your tongue girl” Durwin leant over and whispered to her, “If Carmelide is going to be allies with Sorelia we need to make some sort of impression – and at the moment you’re ruining everything”.
Romily turned to her father, “I wouldn’t want to be associated with the man next to me if my life depended on it”
“So get up and leave…”
“No – I want to sit back and enjoy every moment of this” she hissed and picked at her food. Turning suddenly to Vortigern. “Do you ride my lord?”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 18, 2011 12:17:46 GMT -5
Now they were talking about her mother. Durwin NEVER spoke about Jayne personally – not even when Romily asked. She’d received all knowledge of her mother from her maid Bonnie. “Unfortunately not – my wife died in childbirth with our son, he also died…” Durwin trailed off. “So I was left to raise my daughter alone”.
WHAT! Oh he hadn't just said that! That was a joke! Romily had practically raised herself along with Bonnie’s help. Her father hardly paid attention to her when she was little and that still remained now!
Romily rolled her eyes, not even bothering to tell Vortigern what she really thought of him. “And any woman who lands up with you must be blind” she muttered. She wasn’t going to hold her tongue just for some Prince, and she wasn’t going to be treated unfairly in her own home either. Only her father was allowed that privilege.
“You’ll soon get to know my father’s true character, and it will not please you at all” she retorted before starting to walk away from him. Something made her stop and look over her shoulder at him, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you” she glared and headed off to speak with Lord Haelan.
Romily couldn’t even care whether she was just insulting their guest more and more. He didn’t want to be here and neither did she – so why didn’t he just make some sort of excuse and leave??!! Leave her and her father alone.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 17, 2011 13:17:49 GMT -5
He was starting to get on her nerves and the man had been here for only 5 minutes at the least! Childbearing! Romily could think of a few other things that she was meant for apart from that. Yes ladies sole duties were to bare children for their husbands, but Romily wasn’t just any lady – and she was sure that Vortigern could see that
“I do worry for her on that part – I do pray that when that time comes, it will not take her as it did my dear wife”. Durwin sighed. “I just want her settled and out from under my feet”Sure he did. Not. Every time a suitor came forward her father would turn them down.
Vortigern was amused by the apology she gave him, of course he would. “You know me too well already my lord” she gave him another smirk, knowing that it would indeed annoy him. “I don’t do rehearsals”. Oh well it was done now so if he didn’t like it then he could lump it – after tonight she wouldn’t even have to see him again if that were any consolation.
“I am bound to serve and obey my lord” she told him truthfully, “I shall do so to my father until the day he dies and also to my husband – if my father will actually let a man near me. He says I am for sale but will not let a man near me – some of the men in this room have already tried but failed – so I wouldn’t listen to my father when he says that he wishes me married off, because it is he that is preventing me from entering such a duty”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 16, 2011 16:29:54 GMT -5
She could hear them talking about her. Rightful place! A husband?! There was no way that her father would even let a man touch her as well as marry her. He was split personality when it came to the subject of her marrying. One moment he was making her talk to every suitor in the room and the next he was shutting her away.
“It is a shame” Durwin replied, “She has unfortunately inherited her mother’s features. Traits, beauty and tongue.” There was a small sigh, “I do not know what to do with the girl – you are right though, she needs a husband to put her in her rightful place, and I can only apologise again for her behaviour my lord – she is quite vocal when she feels that she is right”.
On reaching the hall where a few other nobles were already gathered, Romily stood to one side to allow Prince Vortigern to pass, and once he had done – her father was by her side.
“You need to learn some respect child – that is the Prince of Sorelia you have just spoke to and in the most appalling manner – what on earth would your mother say if she were here!”
“Welldone?” Romily raised her brows in amusement, “I will not be treated like some puppet just for yours and the Prince’s amusement. However disrespectful he finds me, I have my views”.
“You are a woman you have no views! No rights!” Durwin hissed angrily, “Now get in there and make amends!” with that he pushed her forward into the room, going in the other direction to where another group of noblemen were.
Romily rolled her eyes and headed over to Vortigern. “I apologise for my words earlier sire, I did not mean to cause offence – it is true, I cannot keep my mouth shut when I feel that I should speak up about what I really think”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 16, 2011 16:02:59 GMT -5
Yup, Romily could really tell that Prince Vortigern didn’t want to be here as much as she was. From his words and expressions it was so obvious to her but not to her father, which clearly seemed to be looking through some rose tinted glass.
Vortigen’s gaze on her didn’t exactly make her feel much at ease, and neither did the kiss that he placed rather abruptly on the top of her hand. He seemed a very proud and vain sort of man; lord knew what his father was like! The Prince also seemed to be working out what sort of woman she was in his mind. First impressions could be deceiving and she would make darn well sure that they were tonight.
Instead she gave him a small nod. Gracious hosts? Ha! She had a small smirk on her lips now, “Im sure it is sire”.
She was then met with a small cough from her father – obviously he didn’t want her to step out of line this evening and mess up his plans. It made her just want to deceive him more – that would show him!
Durwin gave her a warning look before turning to Vortigern. “You must forgive my daughter’s comments – she does not know when to keep her pretty little mouth shut.”
Shooting a glance towards her father, Romily said nothing, instead she nodded in agreement with the fact that it would be wise to venture inside. Thank goodness it would make the situation less awkward!
“If you would like to follow me my lord”. With that, Romily gave her father a cold look as she walked past to lead Vortigern into Wolfhall Manor.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 16, 2011 15:29:42 GMT -5
The Prince gave her father a small nod, the polite and charm did not fool Romily for one moment, she could tell that he didn’t want to be there anymore than she did. At least it seemed that way. "My father sends his regret in being unable to attend,"
Romily wished that she could send her own and then have the ground swallow her into a never-ending pit. It would be much better than having to be pawn in her fathers games, if he had any to play tonight – which could possibly mean that he did. She made a note to herself that she should at least make some excuses and leave early. That way she would have played her own part in her own way and would have shown her father that she wasn’t going to be a puppet on a string.
“I am sorry to hear about your father – I am sure that he would have liked to have attended this evening, but I thank you for coming all the same. The King was worried that you might choose to stay back in Sorelia,” her father was now saying before he turned to her direction. Romily looked up, throwing a glance to her father and then at the Prince.
“Now…may I introduce my daughter to you – The Lady Romily” Durwin said, taking his daughter by the hand guiding her forward a little. And so it began.
Romily gave a small smiled and curtseyed again. “Sire”. It wasn’t a mumble, but then again her voice wasn’t that audible either. “Welcome to Carmelide and of course to our home”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 16, 2011 14:58:34 GMT -5
Romily had no idea as to why she was to be present at that evenings feast. More importantly she still didn’t know why her father chose to hold things like this when clearly he wanted her out of the way.
There was some Prince coming from somewhere she’d never even heard of and she was expected to stand by her father and greet him. She knew that her father was playing some kind of game. A ‘soften him up a little and then make your excuses and leave’ situation. That way her father had the man in his hand and a daughter out of his way for the rest of the evening.
She smoothed out her dress for the fourth time in a few minutes. Lord Avery was already in the hall with a few other nobles taking full advantage of the wine on offer, and she could hear him even outside.
On seeing the procession move through the courtyard, Romily straightened herself up whilst her father was muttering something to himself about how she needed to look more presentable. How presentable did he want her to get?!
Romily saw the man walking towards them and on instinct curtseyed whilst her father bowed and stepped forward towards the royal visitor.
“Prince Vortigern – welcome to Carmelide” he began, “I am Lord Durwin de Braose”
Romily kept her head down and her gaze rested on the ground, she really hoped that her father would ‘forget’ a formal introduction. Who knows what would be up his sleeve for that evening.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 8, 2011 13:59:55 GMT -5
He knew the King very well. Of course he did. He worked for him after all and was a Knight so it wasn’t a surprise. Romily was a little apprehensive as to whether she should take up the offer or not. For a start she didn’t have much experience with royalty and secondly she didn’t want to be laughed at. Arthur seemed adamant that the King would understand, and she couldn’t help but believe this statement. Arthur hadn’t lied to her about anything so she trusted him completely.
Romily let out a small sigh. “Alright…” she began, “but you have to PROMISE to be by my side for moral support – I cannot do this alone”. In all honesty she was now more scared than ever, but smiled weakly. “You are too good to me”.
"Why not invite your father? Would it not be better to discuss such matters with him in a neutral area rather than your homeland?"
Romily couldn’t help but laugh. “My father told me that he had nothing more to say to me when we were last together – so I very much doubt that in three years he will have changed his opinion. He is a stubborn man, and I refuse to believe that my absence has turned him soft”.
Durwin de Braose was a tough man to break. Not even Arthur or the King of Camelot would be able to make him see sense if his own daughter couldn’t. “If I did happen to make an advantageous marriage then perhaps his views might change, but I highly doubt it will ever happen – ive always said that I’d never marry, that opinion differed when Gw…never mind…what’s more is that I do not think I will marry.” She explained.
“I’ve been hurt far worse than a bruise to the hand” she joked after his warning, “I cannot understand how any man can wear it in this heat”. Romily fanned herself, the rays from the sun were quite hot against her skin; she couldn’t imagine what it was like for Arthur. "You, are going to beat it out of me?" he said this with uncertainty.
“You’d be surprised at my sword craft. Anyone brawled in my bar then they were out of there as fast as their legs could carry them.” This was true; she’d been a bit of a dragon when it came down to brawls. Thankfully it had only been once or twice that she’d found herself in that situation. Once upon a time Romily wouldn’t have said boo to a goose, but her ever growing independence and solitary life had meant that she’d had to fight to survive.
It seemed as though she wasn’t going to get anything out of him that easily. "Though I will strike you a deal. We will sort out your problem first, and then, I will introduce you to her."
Romily thought to herself for a moment and then held out her hand for him to shake. “Ok muscles – you’ve got yourself a deal, just make sure you keep your promise to me and I shall do so to you”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 6, 2011 12:45:05 GMT -5
Romily couldn’t help but laugh at the suggestion of speaking to the King. The idea itself sounded a little ridiculous. The only king she’d ever addressed was the King of Carmelide and even then that was awkward. “The King” she chuckled, “The King wouldn’t do anything for me – he’d most likely think me a liar and turn me away, anyone can just say they’re of nobility and not actually have any proof”. She hadn’t any proof. The only proof she had was the pink dress. The iconic and only image of her nobility that she still held close to her.
“Oh goody” she smiled, “So…where’s the first stop of the tour then” she chuckled, “the only places I’ve seen in Camelot are the market place, the training ground of the castle and the inn”. This was the truth. She hadn’t the time to explore – given the fact that she’d practically kept herself shut away for a few days or so as well. Her skirts bustled along the grass, making the only noise, filling the silence between them, that of the grass.
Arthur spoke up when she explained her dilemma. “I do not think you should return to a life that makes you so unhappy," she was a little surprised at this but as he seemed to be a man who knew what he was talking about, she carried on listening, “You have control over your own happiness. Do you truly feel you will be fulfilled and content if you return to your previous life?"
She thought for a few moments before shaking her head. All the things her father had said and done, and how she’d been treated were not memories that she’d like to return to nor resurrect again. “No” she said softly, “No I wont”. She could feel a lump forming in her throat and swallowed hard, trying not to let Arthur see that this subject was quite an upsetting one when now spoken about in full detail. Could her nobility play a role in her life without her having to actually go home? It could but she didn’t know whether people would take her seriously. "If you wish to speak to your father, or you are strongly considering returning to that life, then I have a suggestion, if I may that perhaps you can consider before making any life altering decisions."
Romily looked up at him and frowned, “What is it?” she asked a little cautiously. If it involved stripping in caves then that was a definite no. His next words of course had been his previous. To go to the King, to practically plead her case in her view. “I have already told you that he will no believe a word I say.” she stopped and turned to him, “Arthur, I know you are trying to help me, but going to the King will not solve my problems” with a small sigh she carried on, “Yu make it sound so simple…so…wonderful – but I know that I will not be believed – I have this gut feeling that everyone will laugh at me when I tell him of the situation, and as for my father? No…now that I think about it more it’s out of the question”.
Now onto the ever intriguing subject of Arthur’s happiness. If this woman was anything like Gwen, who showed kindness to complete strangers, listening to their troubles and giving hem flowers, then she was sure that any woman in Camelot like this would make Arthur happy. “Don’t be such a dark horse” she playfully slapped him across the chest, “you’re not getting out of this one that easily, now spill it before I beat it out of you”. With a mock warning glare in his direction she wasn’t about to drop this subject lightly.
"But for now, let us determine how to help your predicament." Arthur wasn’t playing ball, and neither was Romily. “You’ve helped it as much as you can, now it’s time to talk about your life, not mine”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 6, 2011 10:56:38 GMT -5
Ridiculously high tiaras are the new trend!  Love all of them!
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Post by Romily de Braose on Aug 6, 2011 9:05:29 GMT -5
"Should you ever need one, I hope that you can find yourself in my company."
Romily smiled at this, watching Arthur from where she was still leant up against the tree. There was something different about him, something she couldn’t quite figure out. It was almost as though the answer should be screaming out at her, when really she couldn’t see anything at all. “You shouldn’t have to hope” she grinned, “you should know that I would – and in return I hope that you would do the same”.
He wanted to help her? Well wasn’t he just full of surprises. “Thank you” she nodded, “Im sure that if I ever need a tour guide or career advise then I know who to go to, but for the time being I shall be stuck behind the bar of The Rising Sun”. She said this almost bitterly. Had she still properly called herself a noble then it would have been the whole arranged betrothal and children path. As a barmaid however, it seemed she had no other skills at all.
She couldn’t help but smile at Arthur’s comment about what others thought of them. It was a funny old feeling that there should be a reason to call him a brother. She’d rather have him for a brother than Agnes for a sister, and that was defiantly saying something.
“Just a bit” Romily replied when Arthur asked if the happiness was obvious, “you have a different look about you than the one you had when I met you – happy…” she admitted. Arthur didn’t have any glimmer in his eyes a few years ago, he had that now and she’d seen that look before. “Im glad – at least one of us hasn’t messed up in that field…you must tell me more about her”.
On the subject of a walk, Romily jumped at the chance. “I couldn’t think of anything better – besides, I think I’d become a little lost out here if I chose to explore the countryside.” She told him and walked beside him. “I want your opinion on something, well – not so much as an opinion but more of advice” she started and took a deep breath, “Do you think I should spend the rest of my life pouring drinks behind a bar, or tie up the loose ends with my father and attempt to persuade him to accept me back into his life again?”
She paused, “the reason why I asked is because ive had a lot to think about when I came here, and the man who i…well anyway – nobility plays a big part and it made me think of whether I should stay here or go home. It’s so confusing, I just don’t know where to go or who to turn to”. She told him. If Arthur knew more about love than she did, then hopefully he’d provide a valued answer for this situation.
A small snort escaped her, “Look at me, blabbering on about the most irrelevant things – I want to hear more about your sweetheart” Romily gave him a look that bluntly said ‘I want to know everything’.
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Love all of them! 
