@french-louis
Einar paced in the stables, feeling his horses eyes on him watching him walk to and fro before him as he ruffled his blonde hair, in thought. Lukas leaned against one of the stalls, watching his Lord much like the horses did as the young Prince worked out a solution to his problem. “I can’t summon the King of France. I could request an audience, but then I would be questioned about the nature of such.”
Lukas crunched into an apple, in between bites playing keep away with the horse that kept reaching his lips for the sweet treat. “Well, I’d suggest just going and knocking on his door, but it seems as fate is on your side today,” Lukas said with an eye roll, before indicating down the stabling row where an increased number of French guards had appeared, something that usually precipitated the appearance of the man they protected. “Ah,” was Einar’s clever response, as he ceased pacing. Turning to respond more eloquently to Lukas, however, he noticed the man had disappeared, like he was wont to do. Einar gave a slightly disgruntled sigh, before walking over to the beast whom he had brought as a gift.
“Perhaps we can convince the King you’re actually very sweet?” he said with a laugh, rubbing the horses nose, tickling it. The stallions lips flapped at him in response, trying to catch the offending fingers and prompting a laugh from Einar.