To The Docks // Arman&Grace
There she was, the girl he admired. Fierce and uncaring. A small laugh passed his lips. “Too much chaos for my tastes…… Besides, wasn’t he mad anyways?” His tone became even more hushed as they walked, his arm linking with hers to show he had some manners deep down. “It would be the perfect time to strike against a Scot.”
She scoffs and sizes him but before gazing over the crowd. “Follow me, Arman.” Grace mumbles as she starts off at a quick pace for her ship. It isn’t far down the dock and she catches the eyes of one of her crew as she approaches, who in turn lets down the gangplank. Her eyes do glance around as she makes her way onto the ship, but she refuses to make it obvious that she is watching her back. Not sparing a glance to her crew, she hurries to the captains quarters, quickly shutting the door once Arman is in. “Gods, the king is dead…how did I miss that…” Grace gives him an incredulous look and reaches behind her to pick at the buttons of her dress.
Arman wasn’t one to follow orders often, since he was usually the one giving them, but he followed her demand without protest. He watches as she ignores her crew, and follows her right into the captains quarters. When she starts to fumble with her dress, he’s almost tempted to help her, but he thought that might be inappropriate. “Ahhhhh undressing are we? I didn’t expect to have this much fun today.” He teased before taking a seat in one of the chairs, leaning his head on his hand, and placing one finger on his lip in thought. “I have no clue how you missed it love, but you did….. If you really want revenge on the Scots you’re going to need help.”
