It only took a moment to render him in silence as calloused & tired fingers (yet gentle to a son’s touch) held his hands, larger & bruised at the knuckles ; mellow yet comforting. He casts his gaze upon Lady Igraine– his MOTHER’s touch then at her worrisome facade, she chuckled yet Jacob furrowed his brows knowing well enough to see through her expression, what she thought of & how paranoia seemed to crawl onto her lately ; She thought of HIM again, his FATHER – The Order only branded as a traitor to their cause, to London and to the Queen. He had met him, yet the time spent with his FATHER was short, he and Evie (they were younger,smaller & in need of more guidance. He showed disinterest for them to be knighted in the future “Never walk the path I once did” were his words but alas,they were born to.) visited him without their mother’s knowledge, now they’ve grown and perhaps she already knew but never showed her disappointment towards them (she raised them & loved them and they in return, though Jacob held a closer bond than his sister).
He stood there, lips pursed, noiseless and let her find solace in his company ; Comforting was something he was never good at, he tries but his words always ring with sarcasm, he chuckles in response, smiles & jests instead of dawdling with thoughts of the past and insecurities that he hides in his own HUBRIS & STUBBORNNESS.
❝ What ever you advice, mother. OH!
you should’ve seen how I BESTED Evie
during training! ❞
The doors leading outside were pushed with great ease, her gaze shifting from where she was going, and to him. Isabeau’s face softened at the next words she had heard from her child, albeit her smile wasn’t as gentle as it was earlier ( sacrifices shall be made - but to sacrifice her own CHILDREN’s lives are matters that do not need further discussion, a big NO is already the answer ). The Lady Knight’s steps were slow and cautious, stones & fire she seemed to avoid - she had always avoided so and so, her lips pursed in thought. Jacob’s laugh ( precious, innocent, lively - a reminder of how nice it was to still be alive ! ) still fresh within memory, she tried to exhale her troubles out to the world, out of the Tower of London - out of the Palace, into the winds. Let it carry farther from where she stood, away from HIM, away from all of them. They do not need to know, as she’s good on her own - Lady Igraine of the Order she was, a woman with a strong will, with OH SO STRONG HEART ! She paused briefly on her tracks, contemplated on a thought that passed too quickly - and turned back, all of her attention shifted towards her path of worn out bricks to a child’s bright smile.
❛ Such a shame that I had missed an important event - but do not
fret my love, I will try if I could observe you two - exercise - next time. ❜
She gestured for him to come by her side quickly - her arms she then linked with his ( a gesture for a fine lady of her time no doubt ! Evie had learned of the manners ( rather Isabeau D’ Argyll thought it’s better for them to live normally - away from this chaos she treads ), she’d grow into one if only she did not took interest with the route she, herself, had taken. you live & you die with the Order in your mind AND your heart, of course, is settled somewhere else --- to SOMEONE else ). Isabeau then started guiding him to the streets of London ( it wasn’t the same as before, but in the mid of the day, when every creature seemed to had taken rest - the woman learned to appreciate ), a few people taking their own afternoon stroll, with wary eyes & panic in their hearts - a thing she wanted to blame herself for ( clueless and yet full of doubt ).
❛ One day, ❜ , Isabeau begins, her son’s arm she tapped lightly, her gaze settled towards the horizon ( she wonders, STILL, of words left unsaid, she thinks of how HE smiles, she thinks, rather deeply, about the creases of HIS face -- she tried to remember how HE looks like and she’d . . . sigh ), ❛ everything will be better. ❜
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