#;edward

[iniquity-fr]

tfw your wife pays more attention to the priest than to u

[ericbrandonrp]

@roguishlydangerous​ asked: "I was in the area and I was told that you are around. I thought I will come by and see how you are doing. It's Sunday, after all." Edward offered a small smile as he removed the gloves from his hands, "Is that mushroom and wine sauce I am smelling?"

Eric leaned against the doorframe, blocking the way for the other. Though last time they had parted in friendly terms, he still wasn’t too happy to see Edward again. “Wha’s Sunda’ go’a do with this?” An unimpressed eyebrow rose. “It is mushroom ‘n’ sauce, though. Any...reason ye’re here?”

[blckwales]

 @warringpeace

 Another jousting event was being arranged, small and not very decorated, however many were attending whether they were of noble heritage or not. The requirements were rather loose and the purpose was more amusement and gamble rather than something more important. This was an opportunity to some of less favorable contestants to participate and also a chance for Edward to get back into the sport, anonymously of course. The event was half way through and Edward had made it to the town unrecognized and was ready, however the man he was supposed to face recognized his pitch black armor and knew it was best to not risk winning or losing to him so at the first pass his opponent rode slow with his lance tilt down as a sign of forfeit. Edward wasn’t happy of course, the game was what he was there for. Later he tried again, against someone no one yet knew, and they did not back out. 

Finally. 

To the audience it was simply two knights no one had ever heard of so the odds for bets were a mystery until the first or second pass. On the first pass Edward’s lance broke and he himself was close to falling but not close enough, the second his lance tip broke but no one fell. The third was the last chance to win or lose, however a tie wouldn’t be the worst, after all this wasn’t a tournament. 

It ended in a tie, much to the crowd’s disappointment, however it wouldn’t have to be the end. Edward was looking for a win. He sent his squire to the other side of the runway to challenge the knight to a private duel the next day before noon, this was between him and the mystery man. His chances of finding someone else to joust him were slim to none.

[iniquity-fr]

tiny little edward & asenath :-)

[iniquity-fr]

ok now i sketched cringefail husband edward

[iniquity-fr]

this is gonna post in wretched quality but ah well. more messy design works - feels good to just focus on pinning design/outfits down rather than trying to make a perfect art piece.

evil plague worshipping freak woman asenath and her very pathetic husband

[blckwales]

@storiesofwildfire

It was first the Spanish then the French, first trouble and then plotting bloody royals who had to mess everything up. Already by his Spanish campaign the political mess was immense and Edward could barely keep up but it got worse when the English rule of Aquitaine was challenged by thieving and plotting French. Broken promises, marriages that weren’t supposed to happen, and an illness that was consuming Edward’s soul slowly. Even some of his own court were against him and his father’s involvement was sabotaged, Edward was close to being a laughingstock of Europe. In poor state and desperation hate brewed, evil deeds were done, and people lost their lives. 

Edward was not proud of each of his choices but life was hell and he wasn’t in the easy end of it either. He’d failed in his campaign, people of Aquitaine were displeased and riddled with sickness Edward could not continue his campaigns or fights and was forced to retreat to Cognac to rest, and quite possibly die. There were little options left for him, dysentery was not treatable and Edward felt like he was being eaten from the inside by the devil himself. Dehydration, inability to eat, and fever kept him bedridden. 

Those who still cared, hoping that the prince would at least heal and return to England did all they could to find healers and priests to seek a rescue. Some visited but after traditional methods had been tried most left clueless and very few arrived anymore. The English rule in Aquitaine may have been close to an end, Europe was a mess, but Edward had done all that had been ordered and expected and was now dying for it. Options were open to anything, even a little spec of hope was sought with the promise of reward even though most left the Prince’s fate up to God. Some believed He would send someone to them, anyone.