#thread: rosa

[themagpieboy-blog]

“You don’t need to leave so soon.”

The boy froze mid-turn, having hoped to have escaped his observation of the princess without being detected. Unfortunately, he appeared to have been spotted. She had eyes like a hawk. Or perhaps it was just bad luck on his count. He straightened, turning to face her. Gaze to the ground, of course. Not daring to look up to meet her eyes.

“…I should be getting back to the stable yard, Miss.”

[debitumdevotio-blog]

For those who have just enter the scene; watch out. There are all sorts of things flying about in a flurry of tears and tumult.

The clattering and banging could be heard from down the hallway. Two brothers had determined which one would go and investigate via the long proven method of scissor, paper, stone.

Marcus had won.

And yet it was still he that ventured down the hallway to where Rosy was… Destroying the castle? Perhaps. It was always he that went to see if the storm could be calmed. He was easily talked into it. Lucas was pleased to have the task out of his hands. 

He gave the door a soft rap with his knuckles before entering.

[debitumdevotio-blog]

"Marcus, Rena said you couldn't jump over the wall one-handed." So he'd better just get to proving what one twin had said as wrong, or else there will be a very unhappy Rosalinde standing before him.

“Oh, did she now?”

The prince paused in his perusal of the clouds in the sky to look over at the selected wall, gauging his chances. It sat somewhere between hip and chest height, an old thing made of weathered stone. The top was, unfortunately, not flat. But it shouldn’t be too much of an issue. If he ran, he should clear it with little trouble. 

“Ah, I bet I could.”