starter for @thequeenofaces and @lancelotsfallen
AMONGST the crowd the felon is undetectable, footsteps seemingly no different from the curious spectators of these new arrivals. At least, that is what his liege had condescendingly referred to them as. Nohr was not known for its diplomacy. Even Leo knew that much ( some of the little errands he had been sent on were specifically to defy unnecessary acts of cruelty. Caution and stealth were synonymous in this resourceless kingdom ) . Rumor had spread it's way even as far as Castle Krakenburg ; outsiders wishing to speak with royalty. NOBLES. It was expected that it was he who was sent to take care of the exchange. Obviously that meant denying them an audience. Who were they to think that they could waltz peacefully into their stone fortress and make it out alive? This was for their own benefit.
WHEN he had finally managed to maneuver his way through the crowd, the foreigners waited for him in garbs lavish with textiles that were even trouble for the royal house to retrieve. They must have resources, he noted. If they were simply to waltz within Garon’s eyesight, surely all that would be left of them was RUMOR.
THE crowd had started to eye the outlaw, too, as the range between him and these outsiders had diminished until he was an arms length apart from the both of them. He eyed them both, as a hunter would their prey, gaze halting when he had finally made eye contact with the female member of the small company. Despite royal ties, courtesy meant nothing to him.
THE predator’s posture relaxed considerably, torso shifting so that his weight rested on one leg, the slender line of his waist punctuated by the angular curvature of his hip. From beneath his cloak, his quiver was subtly shoved into view. He was ARMED , and well so.
“ Naughty, naughty… You must have not been thinking———waltzing beyond the Nohrian border and causing such a stir. My liege had more pressing matters for me to attend to, but instead I'm here to converse the likes of you. ”
THE click of his tongue could be likened to that of a man scolding a dog, and rightfully so. Niles didn't like the noble type.
“ I am here on behalf of Prince Leo. We will resume our discussion in private. Sound fair? ”
