starter for @rosesworn muse: h.enry ii of england | verse: pre-coronation
“Our fortunes rise and fall with a single stroke of a sword, my lady. It is fortunate indeed that you come to a more giving king....well, soon-to-be. What help do you seek?”
The past few days had been a hub of non-stop activity. Ever since the news that HE would be King Stephen’s heir, many had come forth in the hopes of maintaining royal favor. In the sea of nobility, he saw a face of a young woman whose plight might not be as ‘important’ as the rest, but one he could understand. Thus, he had drawn her away from the crowd and into a private alcove to hear her story.
Once, he had to rely on the goodwill of others. Their kindness had helped him get to where he was now, one step closer to the throne, and he felt it only right that he pay it forward.
