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Post by Romily de Braose on May 8, 2011 8:13:52 GMT -5
She laughed at his words. “Well then im glad to hear that even with my ugliness you still find me appealing” and paced a small kiss on his lips again. Moments like this would last a lifetime.
“Did she now? And what did you make of her when you first saw her?” she smirked. “You didn’t think that she was out of her mind for practically going up against two men who could have easily killed her with one blow?” Romily could have killed them herself if she tried. No one had a brawl in her inn – that was the way it would stay!
On the mention of the ‘beautiful blonde goddess’ and she couldn’t help but smile at him. “She’s still around somewhere” came her reply and she rested her head on his chest. “Well, when I say somewhere – she’s very near indeed”
Romily could hear his heart beating away in his chest. “I wish I could stay like this forever” she announced, “Just lying here and letting the whole world pass by – it’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before, and you…” she paused, “Well, you are certainly unlike anyone ive experienced before, and you should take that as a compliment” she looked up at him and tapped his nose playfully.
“One day I’ll be free from Eldon and Agnes, then this ‘beautiful blonde goddess’ can do whatever she chooses to do without being questioned about it, or being told how to live her life”.
She wished that that day would come soon enough.
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Post by Romily de Braose on May 8, 2011 6:17:17 GMT -5
Romily felt the tears come freely to her as she walked away. She felt as though she’d just been wounded. In many ways she had, mentally but not physically. How could he have just kept that from her? Mind you she was no better in her circumstances, but she had a very good reason. Suppose he’d been sent to hunt her down by her father and drag her back home? Suppose it was someone with close connections to her father who wanted her dead?
She was more distressed at the fact that Gwaine had completely led her to believe he was in love with her. All that seemed ludicrous now – the memories of the picnic hurt. His kisses (that she could still feel imprinted on her lips) burned away at her to the very core. Gwaine was poisoned, and now she felt even more like damaged goods.
Romily headed for The Rising Sun, and got herself a room. She’d seen it as she’d entered Camelot and kept it in mind to stay there, should there be any availability. There was no way she could face anyone right now and she could always collect her things from Yassia later on when no one could be there to witness a lowly barmaid walking through the town in tears.
It all hurt too much for her to even realise that the landlord was now asking if she were ok. She merely looked at him and nodded. “Im quite fine, ive just found out something quite unexpected”
“Have yourself a drink – you look like you need it,” the landlord offered, but she shook off the invitation.
“Thank you but no” she rejected it as a ladylike as she could, “I just need to have a good sit down” she chuckled and wiped her eyes some more. The landlord then left her to it. To sit alone in her room and just gaze over Camelot. It’s beauty suddenly being shadowed by dark clouds in her mind – even if it was the warmest and sunniest day she’d ever known.
“How can I hate a man so much when I truly love him?” she thought to herself, “but obviously that’s not the same in his case – he doesn’t love me. He’s just like every other knight out there.”
She knew this really didn’t justify the situation but didn’t care. At some point Gwaine could come looking for her. He’d try and reason with her. That was when she knew that she’d give in, despite this betrayal – she was a bit of a doormat at the worst of times and it seemed as though this was one.
That was when a thought came to her mind. One that she’d have to think very carefully about. It was a tough one, but Yassia and a couple of other people knew. Romily admitted that she was a bit of a hypocrite and wondered whether this was the time to come clean herself.
If Gwaine ever came looking for her – he may not find Millie the barmaid there anymore. He would most likely find Lady Romily de Braose of Carmelide.
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Post by Romily de Braose on May 4, 2011 11:33:32 GMT -5
This was all kind of embarrassing, talking about being virtuous or not. She smiled embarrassingly at the floor – not wanting to look at Lancelot, purely because this kind of talk was a little awkward. “They think what they will – only I know just much I am,” she told him, “I think that’s all that matters”.
It was then she looked at him. “Talking and gossiping will always be a part of this village because of its size. Some people have nothing better to do – at least im not always the center of their gossip though, so I am thankful for that.” It was true; most of the talk was about Agnes. “And what is your opinion of this?” she dared to ask, “do you think that I am the kind of girl who just invites every guest into her room when she has the chance?”
Romily couldn’t help but smirk at this. It would be interesting to hear Lancelot’s opinion of the matter, compared to others that she’d heard.
She listened to what he was telling her about where he would go after leaving the inn. Romily couldn’t help but laugh slightly when he joked that he could stay until everyone was bored of him. “It would be nice to see a different face” she told him, “and im sure most of the woman population will pounce on you – well, ones who are of Agnes’ age anyway” she shrugged. She really doubted that old Bessie (who was practically on the verge of dying) would launch herself at him.
She wondered why Lancelot thought very little of himself, he was a very good-looking man in all honesty, and very chivalrous. He had views and appeared to choose his battles wisely. What was there for a woman not to love? Then again he could be married, or not…he said he’d been by himself for most of his life. “Unless you happen to be married or hiding a family that no one knows of” she joked, trying to lighten the mood, “then I think a few hearts will break on finding out that information.”
Romily toyed with her dress more. It was more out of nervousness rather than feeling uncomfortable. Lancelot had appeared to notice this, and immediately she stopped. “A few years” she shrugged it off. She’d learnt o live being in the same dress. Back when she’d lived at Wolfhall it seemed as though she’d had a new dress every week. Rich and fine, whereas this was tattered and torn.
She appreciated this one more. It was proof of just how hard she’d worked for getting this far in her life. “I make my own – I just leant after I left home. I was very fond of embroidery and still am, so it came naturally to me when making it” she replied, “I was actually thinking of making another.”
Romily found it sweet that he appeared to be concerned for her attire. She shook it off, “thank you, but it is alright. I will work on another in time, but with things being rather busy I’ve not had the time to even take a look at myself or how I look lately.” It didn’t bother her; she could be worse off and dressed in just a sack.
He wanted her to stay? Well that was a surprise. She would have thought that he was getting bored of her by now, but he sounded like he was holding her to her word. “Not at all” she denied that she was becoming bored of his own presence and looked up at him again, “what kind of entertainment did you have in mind?”
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Post by Romily de Braose on May 2, 2011 7:37:05 GMT -5
She listened to Lancelot with intrigue as he spoke. It seemed that he was more curious as to why she had locked the door. She gave him a small smile. “What kind? Well I believe them to think thoughts that give the impression of me not being as virtuous as they think I am”. To go into a room with a strange man and to appear hours later would cause a lot of talk – if they were seen that was.
Thankfully Romily doubted that no one had spotted them. “Im not uneasy in your presence – more relaxed if anything” she shrugged. She certainly trusted people far too easily these days. That had always niggled at her mind slightly – especially after Frederick’s mistrust.
“Im glad you came so prepared then” she nodded.
As she worked on his wound, Lancelot spoke a little more – about knighthood and honour. She was sure that she felt him jolt slightly at the connection between the wound and the cloth. “Im sorry” she apologised, “I didn’t mean for that to hurt you”.
Once she’d emptied the water and wrung the cloth out, she turned to Lancelot who was now asking if he could dress again. “Of course” she nodded and busied herself, tidying what she could of the room so as to give him some privacy. Once she was sure that he’d finished she turned back to him. “So…what do you plan on doing after leaving this very small village behind” she gave him a small smirk, “You can’t travel forever can you?”
Then again he was a knight, perhaps he would gain knighthood elsewhere? She doubted that was possible, but dreams such as that could be made into reality eventually – even if it did take a lot of hard work.
She smoothed out her dress. She desperately needed to start work on making a new one, as this one was becoming quite torn from the many days of hard labour. All the years of embroidery had paid off too. This dress seemed to be beyond mending though.
Romily looked up at Lancelot, “would you like me to leave you to get some rest?” she asked – unsure as to whether her guest wanted her there anymore.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 28, 2011 14:39:33 GMT -5
She looked back over her shoulder at him as he questioned whether she was expecting anyone. She wouldn’t put it past Agnes to hunt them down. Instead Romily smiled, “It’s just incase people get the wrong idea if im seen going into a room with a unknown man. Talk around here spreads fast – I don’t like to be the focus of it” she confirmed.
Romily shook her head at Lancelot’s next statement. “We won’t be.” She’d locked the door anyway so as Agnes couldn’t burst in, “why? Are you concerned that we might be?” she asked.
Lancelot had an idea that she was of nobility. Well he wasn’t the first. “Everyone I have come across has asked me if I am of nobility – they seem more stunned to learn im not when I tell them” she chuckled.
She turned around to give him a little privacy as he removed the top half of his clothing. She didn’t want him to feel as though she were deliberately looking! Once he was done she inspected the wound. It was healing but there was still some cleaning that could be done, just to ensure that it did not become infected. “I believe you to be a honourable man – knighthood or not” she said and gestured for him to sit down so as she could clean the wound. “There’s just something about you Lancelot” she frowned and soaked the cloth in the water, “Im not quite sure what it exactly it, but I feel as though that you are a trustworthy and loyal man – I swapped my lifestyle because I felt that I had to break free from all the suffocation, it would be nice to return to it but im finding that I prefer my life now than the one before” she dabbed at the wound.
“And what is your opinion of me” she smirked.
There was silence for a while, “Why do you find it strange that I find you interesting? It seems to me that you think you are just some ‘common solider’ but I think you are anything but that” she told him and then decided to explain a little more – just incase she spooked him out with such words.
“What I mean by that is, it’s just that ive spent most of my life away from others and it’s only now im starting to meet new people – everyone has a different story and to me they are all fascinating. I never got to experience this when I was of nobility”.
She wiped the wound clean and then dropped the cloth in the bowl. “That should heal nicely now. I’ve only cleaned it up just to make sure no infection can get in – but I think you’ll live” she smiled warmly and got up, taking the bowl and placing it back onto the table.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 28, 2011 14:17:28 GMT -5
None had ever asked her that before – about her own happiness. Romily was a little taken aback by it in all honesty.
“Very much so” she nodded, “I can do anything I like without be judged or watched, I can just be myself”
"I must admit, you are the first noble woman I have met who left all the riches her life was showered with, to enter a far more simple one."
Romily almost gave a small snort, “My life was anything but showered with riches”. This was true; she didn’t exactly lead an extravagant one being confined to her home all day and everyday. “Besides, I like my life now – I get to meet interesting people and strip down in caves with them” she smirked. Romily wasn’t usually one to make jokes, but she assumed that Arthur could take that one without any offence.
“I haven’t told anyone who I am, all except one – so I guess you can feel privileged to be one of the few people who actually know of my true self”. She admitted. The only person to know was Yassia. “Then again, when I think about it – it’s not exactly a privilege,” she laughed.
She shrugged off his words when he expressed his dislike of the situation that Eldon had put her in. “I wouldn’t exactly say it is admirable” she smiled, “it’s always been a part of my life since I was three years old, so to me it’s just an everyday occurrence – to go walking by myself, to run around after Eldon…” she trailed off as she felt a sharp pain shoot through her side and stopped.
Her wound wasn’t looking that pretty, even though it was bound. She needed to carry on though; otherwise they would never get to the village.
“Im sorry” she apologised, “I can’t keep delaying us – lets carry on”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 24, 2011 12:28:26 GMT -5
"Is the village quite different from where you originally lived?"
Romily nodded at this. “Very much so – where I lived was a far bigger place than it though. I was hardly ever allowed out to the city or to it’s surrounding villages – I was kept away from all of that, so I’ve never really had any friends. But I like it that way” she smiled at him, “since my mother died I learnt how to look after myself – so being by myself felt like the most natural thing in the world to me, and I suppose that it still is. I am not used to being around large crowds of people, or even just one person – I hate it, but with my job I’m learning to over come that”.
Romily felt as though she could trust Arthur, no matter how awkward the situation may be. “My father never really took any notice of me as I grew up – acknowledged me, yes. But taking some time to sit down and talk wasn’t his idea of a good time. My father doesn’t waste too much time with talking – he wanted to see me married, but at the same time kept me away from court, I can see why he wanted to protect me. He hasn’t anybody else in the world apart from me, and I suppose that he doesn’t want to lose me too. But he has” she finished.
She was sure that Arthur could see where this conversation was leading.
“A good king who keeps a good balance within his kingdom shall receive far more accomplishment than he would ever dream of – that is what I believe” she told him, “after all, without any subjects and firm laws – how will the people ever learn to trust him or any decisions that he makes? Friendship and trust is a foundation of such an achievement I suppose?”
Romily knew nothing of political affairs, her father knew loads as he was technically on best friend terms with the King of Carmelide, his most loyal and trusted subject and a well appreciated man at court. At home he wasn’t by Romily though – she respected him and did abide by his rules, but there had been times when she’d wanted to speak her mind. She had done, but always chose her battles wisely with him.
“I can’t wait” she smiled as Arthur told her how she’d see what the king was really like when she eventually chose to go to Camelot.
“I’ve looked after myself since I was a little girl – sending me on a trip to get supplies isn’t a risk taking thing in my mind. Besides, im just Eldon’s barmaid, and can be replaced easily” she shrugged.
It was true. Eldon could always find another barmaid should anything happen to her.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 24, 2011 11:36:58 GMT -5
When Arthur spoke about family, Romily bit her lip. Her father probably didn’t care of she was dead or alive. She’d cut all ties with him and her nobility ages ago.
“I don’t actually live in Carmelide anymore” she started, “I left home last year and travelled for a few months before I found a village to settle in”. at least her father hadn’t come after her. “Besides, I don’t exactly have any family anymore – my mother died when I was three and my father couldn’t exactly care where I am right now”.
She wasn’t about to launch into her problems. She carried on walking and took a nervous swig of water from her pouch – offering some to Arthur. “Thirsty?”
He confirmed that magic was banned in Camelot. So her father hadn’t been trying to scare her on that account. “You work for the king? That must be a privilege” she smiled, “what’s he like? I’ve heard so many different versions of him that I’ve no idea what to believe and what not to”.
Her father had told her that King Uther didn’t care who he executed, so long as the magic was rid of from his kingdom – but he was doing it for the best of his people. Other people had said that King Uther was a tyrant and what did it matter that people were just practicing something they enjoyed.
“One day I shall – you have my word on that” she nodded, “you make it sound so grand that im sure it beats slaving away in the inn”.
Anything would beat that!
“I was taking a shortcut” she rolled her eyes, “little did I know that it would actually get me into more trouble. My employer sent me out to pick up some supplies from his friend who lives not so far from here. I didn’t know that Cenred’s men would actually be stalking about the forest” she explained, “and before you ask, Eldon isn’t one to worry himself about me.”
Eldon didn’t care as long as he got his supplies. Well – it seemed as though he wouldn’t be getting them for a while now.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 23, 2011 18:38:56 GMT -5
Not indebted to him? How could she not be? He’d practically saved her life. “Surely there must be something I can do to repay you?” she asked, shuddering a little when he mentioned about what could have happened if she’d have not escaped the guards clutches. “I do not want to think of it either”.
This was the first time she’d seen him smile since they’d first met. Or even laugh for that matter, now stating that it would be ok and they’d have enough for two rooms at least.
She sighed with relief and then chuckled, “im sorry about that – I felt like and sounded such a fool, and if my father had heard something like that then I’m sure he’d most likely agree”
As Arthur described Camelot, she could only picture a beautiful kingdom, but in that picture lay one dark cloud above it. “My father told me that however beautiful it may appear, there is the matter of people being executed for their…magical abilities” she trailed off, not wanting to seem like she was offending Arthur or Camelot, “however, I have never been” she confirmed, “so I do not know what to expect from it. I hope to go one day though” a small smile swept across her lips, “I can go wherever I like, and I suppose that leaves me free to come and see just how beautiful your kingdom is for myself”.
She stood up and straightened out her dress, “So…what is it that you do? Job wise that is – you already know im a barmaid”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 23, 2011 17:54:43 GMT -5
"Thank you, For everything,"
Romily looked up. She’d hardly done anything. She shook her head at this.
“If anything I should be the one thanking you – if you hadn’t have fought off that guard then I would surely be dead by now, so thank you – thank you for keeping me safe, even if im just a stranger, thank you for your company, even if it has been awkward, and thank you for seemingly making me your primary concern.”
Ok now this was going over board, “Im in your debt” she decided to finish on that.
She was gladder to hear about the village that wasn’t as far as she’d expected it to be. “That’s good” she nodded, “Perhaps trading in a cave for a bed in some inn wouldn’t be so bad” she then mentally kicked herself, as this sounded very wrong. “Not that I was implying that…well, what I meant was that – well to be blunt I wasn’t saying that we should jump into bed together, I was just saying that for both of us a bed would do us good…not together…alone”.
She was just digging herself into a deeper hole by the minute. “Anyway – lets go!” she quickly followed him out of the cave as he suggested that they move on.
The air felt good as she stepped out of the cave. It was so refreshing to see some form of natural light again. She stopped at the river and filled her pouch with water, so as they could drink from it should they need to. It was also an opportunity to splash some water on the back of her neck. Just what she needed – and it felt good!
She washed some of the dirt out of the ends of her hair that she’d received when fleeing from Cenred’s men. She glanced over to Arthur. “So…tell me more about Camelot”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 23, 2011 17:24:26 GMT -5
Now there was the obstacle of actually getting Arthur’s shirt on. Not on herself of course, but on him.
She noticed him try to see how far he could lift his arm, and in her view it wasn’t going to be easy.
She gentle took hold of his arm and slid it through the sleeve first, being careful not to cause him any more pain than he was already in. “Just keep it there for me? That’s better”. She put his arm into a position where she could pull the shirt over his head and then put his better arm through the other sleeve.
Finally it was on, and she pulled the bottom of the shirt down and over his body. “There…all done” she said gently and then turned to pick up her water pouch.
"Are you sure you don't want to rest before we continue on?"
Romily shook her head, “I had a little sleep, not for very long though – I was more concerned to see if you were still breathing or not – we need to continue on anyway, who knows what our wounds may become if we don’t”.
She couldn’t care less whether she actually dropped dead on there way there. Wherever ‘there’ was. At least she’d tried. Her whole body felt weak and she dreaded to think of what she looked like at this moment. Romily knew that if there were an inn or something just outside the forest of balor, then she would most likely make it there.
Any further? She wasn’t exactly sure if she could or not - the looks of things could be decieving.
She looked at him, hands on her hips and determined. “Come on – if im going to die along the way then I may as well do it as soon as possible – this cave isn’t exactly the last place I’d like to see”.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 23, 2011 17:09:57 GMT -5
He was practically all but running towards her at her invitation. Romily knew that he would.
She chuckled slightly as he brought her to lie back on the blanket. “What are you doing?” she smirked and was then met with his lips again. She pulled away at first, “Now that wasn’t fair” she said and then leant up to kiss him again.
She didn’t want this to end. For the first time in her life she actually felt wanted and loved. It felt all warm and fuzzy to her. Gwaine eventually pulled away and said something about how beautiful she was.
“Im anything but that” she told him, “and now I suppose you’re going to tell me otherwise”.
Men had commented on her beauty before. Romily had just brushed off their comments. She was just – well – Romily. Other people might like to look at her but if she were in their shoes, she wouldn’t be looking at all, a glance perhaps but that was it.
“And I feel like I’m trapped in your spell, but I don’t care. I’d rather be ensorcelled forever if it mean I’d be spending all my days with you”
Romily smiled at this “but its no spell – just reality”. Well it was? She lent up and kissed him again, “and besides, you’d be bored stiff if you chose to spend all your days with me” she spoke against his lips. “Honestly – there’s nothing about me that’s at all interesting”.
Other than the fact that she was actually a noble woman posing as a barmaid because she’d run away from home after her father had got the wrong end of the stick about her and Frederick, who was a complete ignorant sod to her.
No – nothing interesting at all.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 23, 2011 16:42:39 GMT -5
He began to tighten the laces on her dress, just loosely so as it wasn’t showing any flesh that would appear distasteful, but loose enough not to hurt her wound. It was then he began to explain about Vivian.
Ah! So she was an acquaintance! That explained a lot of things. "You reminded me of her because of your hair; it is strikingly similar to hers.”
Romily looked up at this. This wasn’t the first time anyone had mentioned her hair. It stood out like a sore thumb to everyone. She toyed with a strand nervously.
“I see…” she replied, “Well then hopefully it’s not a painful memory, because I do not want to be a reminder of something bad”.
She turned around after he’d finished and looked up at him; he was apparently fine which wasn’t the case. They were not fine. They were both bleeding slowly and surely to death. Some more than others, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. “Only if you’re sure”.
She crouched down and picked up his shirt. “Im good” she lied, she could feel herself becoming rather drained. “Do you need help with this?” she asked and held up the shirt.
If he hadn’t have been able to get it off earlier, then he’d have even more trouble getting it on.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 23, 2011 16:12:12 GMT -5
"No,"
That was good. Well not good for her but her mind was now at ease that he wasn’t mistaking her for someone who he loved. “Do you mind me asking who she is? I must resemble her somehow for you to think that I was this, Vivian” she looked to him knowingly.
Romily nodded in agreement about the whole moving on shortly and getting dressed option. She was getting a little cold in all honesty. She got up and collected her dress that now looked like a puddle on the cave floor. She winced slightly as she leant down to retrieve it and then stood up again, stepping into it and slowly but carefully, pulling her dress up.
Her wound wasn’t too painful anymore. The bound was keeping it from giving her any potential agony – still, she managed to pull it up and push her arms through the sleeves. The only problem was fastening it at the back.
“Erm…” she started, looking a little uncomfortable, “Could you – er – tighten these laces for me please?” How embarrassing.
She knew that they couldn’t be tightened too tight, otherwise the pressure to her wound might cause it to bleed a little more through it’s bound, not that it would make a difference, that section of her dress was covered in blood anyway!
Romily looked to Arthur, “are you sure that you are well enough to go on?” she asked
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 23, 2011 15:18:13 GMT -5
Vivian? Who was that? Obviously Arthur wasn’t in the right state of mind, as he didn’t even know who she was and was ranting on about another woman.
“It’s Romily” she replied, “My name is Romily”
She sat back against the cave wall and fiddled with her dress. Hopefully Arthur would soon regain the right state of mind and then they’d be able to move to somewhere safer. She really didn’t fancy being stuck in a cave for the night, but if they had to then there was no other option.
Romily doubted that Cenred’s men were still out there. They would have found them by now. Would they? Perhaps they were hiding just a distance from the cave now? Ready to pounce. Romily preferred to make peace with them but in reality she knew that her talents of talking wouldn’t get her anywhere with these men – she didn’t like fighting with a sword either (not unless she was facing her own certain death). Violence just wasn’t they answer, and yet these men seemed to believe that it was?
Romily knew that this had been a bad idea from the start, but no – she hadn’t listened to her conscience.
“Is Vivian your sweetheart?” she asked awkwardly. She didn’t want to, but perhaps that was why he’d fainted on her earlier! He could’ve thought she was Vivian then! Oh dear – she hoped that he’d recover from this soon! She didn’t want him passing out on her again, but conversation needed to be made in order to help him remember where he was, and even his own name – and hers for that matter.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 22, 2011 14:26:19 GMT -5
Romily didn’t know why she was still stood here listening to him, when she’d told herself that she wouldn’t believe another word that would come out of his mouth. It was obvious that Yassia knew what Gwaine was really like.
“I told you not to call me that” she looked at him, “My name is Romily”
She looked to the floor, “whether you love someone or not – you at least need some trust between you, it appears that you do not think that I have that – good day”
With that she turned and began to walk again. She was done with him, done with Knights who cared more about their satisfaction rather than the feelings of others.
Romily was kicking herself inside for not seeing it sooner. A knight! For crying out loud! How more knight-like had he looked when they’d gone for their picnic! It was then she heard him almost beg. She half expected to turn around and see him crawling across the courtyard and reach out to her.
What was it with men? Once they knew they’d done something wrong they’d immediately see what they had lost and be on their knees for forgiveness! Had they no conscience? No stamina to avoid such misfortunate events that wound up with their wives hurt?
“If there’s one thing I am guilty of, Millie, it is of loving you with all my heart and my soul. You are my life. If you leave me, I am good as dead,”
Romily looked over her shoulder and saw that he was following her, taking both of her hands and falling to his knees once he’d reached her. She snatched them back.
“You’d better start digging that grave then” she replied and turned and walked towards the gates, choosing to cancel out his next words that he was saying.
“I love you, Millie, more than you know. If you wish to be rid of the knight, I will willingly lay down my sword for you, leave these all behind, and go anywhere with you…”. Of course, she didnt believe a word of this.
She looked to her left as she walked and saw Yassia watching the events unfold from a distance. Good for her – Romily wanted to think a few things over before she wanted to face her friend. She felt so humiliated! There she was blabbering on about how Gwaine was the most loving man in the world and yet Yassia knew his exact persona.
As she hurried along the only thing Romily now saw in her mind was Gwaine’s face. The images of him and her lying on the ground looking up to the sky on their picnic.
“I just want to lie her beside you, look at you, marvel at your beauty, making sure I’m not dreaming at all…”
She shook his voice from her mind. She wanted nothing more to do with him.
It seemed that sometimes that only person a woman could depend on, was herself.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 21, 2011 14:22:17 GMT -5
Romily had curled up on the floor and had fallen asleep. Her body felt tired and heavy – no doubt the wound was making her feel like this. It still bled a little, no matter how good Arthur had bound it.
She had no idea how long she’d slept, or even if Arthur was still breathing? Thankfully she checked and he was.
"What . . . "
She looked up as he was trying to sit up. She got up and pushed him back down again. “I’d best stay lying down if I were you – I don’t want you literally passing out on me again,” she told him gently.
Romily took the torn fragment of dress from his forehead, wetted it down again and then popped it back on. “Your wound was far deeper than mine, you need your rest”
With that she sat and leant back against the cave wall again, watching him attempting to come to his senses. Obviously he had no clue as to where he was and why there was a half dressed woman with him. She’d have thought the same if she were in his shoes.
“Don’t go dying on me now” she told him sternly, “I don’t want to have to be out there digging a grave in just this” she looked down at her under dress. Ripped, bloodied and dirty. She’d most likely be mistaken for some kind of strumpet if she were to walk out in just that.
Romily hoped that he wouldn’t die on her. For one she didn’t want to have to dig his grave, and two? He was the only person who she could depend on right now.
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 21, 2011 14:02:02 GMT -5
He obviously hadn’t been expecting her, perhaps another woman but certainly not her. The look on Gwaine’s face said it all. Just the reaction that Romily had wanted to achieve.
She just stood there looking at him. “Millie…”was all that seemed to come out.
“It’s Romily,” she told him, still staying calm. She didn’t know how on earth she was managing it when really she wanted to run a sword right through him!
"I’m sorry. I’m not…I didn't...you hated knights…”
“You lied to me” she stated and shook her head slowly – brow furrowing, “why? Just because of something I said? Gwaine – surely if you cared for me that much then you would’ve at least told me the truth – even if you were a knight or not it still wouldn’t have made me change the way I felt about you”. She spoke in the past tense, after all that was what they were now. Strangers of the past.
She toyed with a strand of her hair, “Is anything you told me even true? Because right now it wouldn’t surprise me if you introduced me to your wife and children!” her voice bore a little part of anger but remained in it’s calming tact. “Is your name even Gwaine?” she asked a little hurt.
She doubted it was, she doubted that he was unmarried, and she most certainly doubted that he even loved her. It had all been a lie, and for what? To coax her to his bed like he almost had done when they’d first met?
Romily couldn’t understand how or why he’d chosen to keep such a thing from her? Did he really not trust her that much? Mind you – she was one to talk, but then again she didn’t trust him to reveal her secret now. Not after all that he’d kept from her.
Now she hated knights more than ever. She looked down and saw his hand reaching out for hers; shaking her head she took a step back from him. “Don’t touch me”.
She backed away a little more, “There is nothing that you can say right now that will make me believe anything that is said – I thought you were different? But you’re just like all the rest of them” She gestured to the group of a few Knights of Camelot that were making their way across the courtyard. “You’re just a man who thinks that his status can get him what he wants”
She turned and began to walk away. “Millie…please…” she heard him say.
Romily looked back over her shoulder at him. If anyone could see how she looked right now, they’d have said her expression was just a blank one. No traces of emotion whatsoever.
“I have nothing left to say to you" she shrugged,"Im done being played like the fool that I am – go find yourself a princess – after all, how could a knight possibly love a lowly barmaid?”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 20, 2011 15:02:55 GMT -5
She stood there – numb to the very core. There was no doubt that that was Gwaine. Dressed as a knight – talking to knights, having friends that were knights. Romily just couldn’t get her head around it. He was a knight? And obviously of nobility. Not a servant, not a wander – a fully-fledged knight who was living in comfort!!
Now Romily felt incredibly stupid for not seeing this all along. Of course – the nice clothes and the long periods spent away. He was a knight who was serving his king for goodness sake!
“You can’t be serious! HIM?!” Yassia also sounded shocked at this. It was obvious that Gwaine had crossed paths with her before no doubt. Romily then began to wonder as to whether he’d given her a similar charade, or even worse. Had he said the same things to Yassia that he’d said to her?
Romily couldn’t shake off his betrayal – in fact, she didn’t want to look at him now, but she needed to finally take a stand and do something that she wouldn’t have done with Frederick.
Confrontation.
She turned to Yassia, “Yes…him…” she sighed. Her voice bore no signs of anger, just a calm disappointment to fill its place. Romily didn’t see the point in getting worked up over this. She had learnt from past mistakes that crying into your pillow didn’t get you anywhere. She wasn’t about to cry over Gwaine, no matter how much she felt that she needed to.
Yassia was now calling Gwaine every name under the sun – Romily could only smile weakly at this. “I shouldn’t worry – for I was bound to have found out one way or another” she shrugged it off, “what is more disappointing is that I now feel like I hardly know him at all.”
So had everything Gwaine had told her been a lie? Well except for his name of course, but even now Romily was starting to doubt that was real. “There is something I need to do – I shall do it alone and then meet you back at your chambers – perhaps then we can talk some more about this unfortunate circumstance”.
She squeezed her friend’s hand and then took to following Gwaine. He seemed to be heading in the direction of the castle with another knight. She kept her distance, but close enough to keep track of where he was going. Romily was now considering staying elsewhere. Hopefully Yassia wouldn’t take it as an offence; she of all people knew Romily’s opinions of knights.
The other knight had now left Gwaine’s side. This was her chance. Her chance to find out who he really was. Romily knew the answer already. He was a stranger who just happened to be of Knighthood in her eyes.
His back was too her, she walked up and stood a few inches away from him. He would surely be able to hear her from there. She spoke calmly – she’d need to in order to deal with this situation properly.
“May I congratulate you on your victory today…Sir Gwaine”
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Post by Romily de Braose on Apr 19, 2011 16:17:07 GMT -5
She laughed lightly at his question. “That would depend on what you think I am interested in”
“Let us be off to the room then ...shall we? I may not be the most flamboyant or handsome Knight, but I will not turn down assistance when it is truly offered."
“I would say that most of the women in this room seem to think you handsome enough” she mused and looked around as they passed the tables. There were quite a few local women giving him the eye.
They finally came to the room and Romily unlocked the door, standing aside to allow Lancelot to pass. She quickly looked around (just to make sure Eldon and Agnes weren’t spying on her) and then closed the door. “We shouldn’t be disturbed” she told him and poured some water into the washbowl just incase the wound did need a clean. If Lancelot said it was ok, then she was more than willing to trust his judgement.
“I suppose you are wondering about my background?” she smiled as she dampened the cloth in the bowl. He’d had a curious look in his eye that was familiar. Was she of nobility or not. “It’s no surprise to me that you are giving me a look like everyone else has when they come across me. They always question it the first time” she explained and gestured for him to remove the top half of his clothes so she could see the wound.
“I guess I can trust you with this – no one else here knows of who I am, I like to keep it that way.” She carried on and straightened some things out in the room. “It’s true that I am of noble birth – my father is Lord Durwin de Braose of Carmelide.”
She had no idea why she’d chosen to tell him this early on, but there was something about Lancelot that made her feel at ease. “The circumstances which forced me to run away are not happy ones”
She tasted blood, realising she’d bit down on her lip a little too hard, “I’ve fended for myself since I was three – my father hardly took any notice of me so I just learnt how to do most things by myself. The people in this village are like family to me now, and if I were to tell them about who I really am, then it would change their opinion towards me. I don’t want that to happen anytime soon”
She paused, and then began again.
“Anyway – are you ready for me to take a look at this wound then?”
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