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[bornleader]

“In that case, I suppose my timing is not so bad.” He smiles and takes her hand. “And an excellent point. Anything for the bride. How may I be of service?” He gives a slight bow.

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[mostwretchedson-blog]

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For all the things that made Mordred an oddity among his fellow knights, he found it bizarre that the one thing he was generally mocked for was his dislike of tournaments. Whenever possible, he avoided them, only entering on the rare occasions a brother or friend needed someone against whom they could compare favorably - or, as was currently the case, when he was compelled to do so by the King. Arthur rarely forced his son to take part in tourney, but in this instance, they were guesting a foreign king and his family. Mordred understood the logic: it would reflect poorly if the High King’s eldest nephew refused to participate.

The archery competition, the only contest which at Mordred excelled, had come and gone. The mêlée, too, which he had declined to enter on the strength of having won at archery and agreed to take part in the jousts. Said jousts were now underway, and Mordred sat astride his black rounsey with anxiety coiling in his stomach. His opponent was Sir Aglovale, against whom he’d never jousted before, and that made him all the more nervous. They were not friends, given that Aglovale’s family and Mordred’s own were forever at odds.

Exhaling slowly, Mordred couched his lance and, at the drop of the flag, spurred his horse forward. The first lance went to Aglovale and the second - shockingly - to himself. On the final pass, Aglovale’s lance caught Mordred across the helm and unseated him. A roar went up from the crowd, though he didn’t take it personally: they would’ve cheered regardless of who had won the match. His head buzzed, and he felt a faint trickle of blood from where a shard of Aglovale’s lance must have gotten under his visor and cut him.

The rest of the day’s scheduled matches went on, and at the end of it, all the participants, winners and losers alike, were obliged to attend the banquet in honor of their guests. Although he still nursed a pounding headache, Mordred filed in with his brothers to their places at the high table. Mordred was seated beside the foreign king’s daughter, a young woman who looked to be about Clarissant’s age. He gave her a polite nod and pulled out her chair.

“Did you enjoy the tournament, my lady?”

[bornleader]

“Of course. I would hope for nothing less. I am sure you are just as graceful on the ballroom floor as you are off. I look forward to it.”

If her boldness fazed him any, there was no indication. Rather his smile directed towards her seemed to soften as he spoke.

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[daniellecountessofderby]

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Rosamond felt her cheeks heat under the splattered mud, how had she been so stupid, what would her mother and father say if they could see the state of their daughter now?

“I went riding…” the former princess murmured, not wanting to admit that she had run away from her responsibilities for the day.

Danielle smiled understandingly at the explanation she was given. Riding was one of her pleasures and she had come back many a time in such a state. “Then please let me help you. I’m sure that we will have time to get you all cleaned up.”

[bornleader]

Send 👰 for my muse’s reaction to seeing your muse in their wedding dress by accident.

He pauses, eyes wide, explanation on the tip of his tongue.

“I apologize, Your Highness. I was running rather late and am still trying to find my way to the ceremony... which I have not yet done, evidently.” He clears his throat, allows a gentle smile to grace his lips, and takes a small backward step. “You look truly stunning, Rosamond.”

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[daniellecountessofderby]

"Danielle, I can't go out dressed like this, I'm not fit to be seen!"

Looking over at her friend, Danielle blinked slowly, not quite sure what to say. “How on earth did you get so covered in mud?” This was going to be some clearing up to do. “We need to get you cleaned up as soon as possible.”

[perhiistoria]

"I miss my mother more than anything."

                     SHE could understand Rosamund’s feelings on such a matter. Elizabeth and Jacquetta held a tight and close relationship, and with her gone, the Queen Consort could find little joy in anything other than her FAMILY.

“I am sorry, Rosamund, the gap left by a mother’s loss is hard to fill. Will you tell me of her? Would that help?”