Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2015 3:41:08 GMT -5
Jorge had been excited about this, all morning. He had eaten his breakfast too quickly, he had refused to do anything other than play with the wooden toy sword he had been given for his birthday. He rode around on a pommel horse head and had done nothing but cause his mother grief because of his out of control excitement. Jorge was a smart little boy, a little boy who longed to be a knight, who desperately wanted to ride a horse and have sword-fights and save beautiful women. His mother schooled him in the manners of a knight, but this morning the boy had not managed to contain himself to show them. He had run around, like a mad thing, bubbling with joy. His mother had agreed on taking him to see some real knights!
Leona’s sickness had started to pass, for the last few days she had felt a whole bucket better about everything too. She had moved into her family home, House Sforza, and was receiving medical care for her morning sickness and the sickness that washed her because of her pregnancy. And, now that she was feeling better she had vowed to make more of an effort in showing her children the joys of the Capital. This morning was the first part of that.
The walk, with her son, to the place where the Knights were known to train with sword and horse, was the most entertaining that Leona had felt for a while. She was glad that she had been persuaded to leave Maria at home with the family so that she could fully enjoy her son’s attention. The two of them pretended to ride his stallion, and she laughed and giggled with him as he kissed her hand and spoke most graciously of her beauty. They had stopped by the sweet stalls in the market, and danced and played through the streets for much of the morning on their way to the big adventure of the day.
On arriving, her sons face made the moment the most perfect.
The boy ran up to the fencing, and his mouth hung wide open with joy and admiration as he stood, trembling with excitement, watching the men in their practices. Leona came to his side, her hand on his shoulder as she leant on the barrier and watched also, though her eyes went to her son more often than to the men in the field.
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Salvatore Deliambre / Tristan Deschênes
Possibly @oscarsforza / Donato Savarese / @pierredeveraux - or anyone else really that would likely to be here
Leona’s sickness had started to pass, for the last few days she had felt a whole bucket better about everything too. She had moved into her family home, House Sforza, and was receiving medical care for her morning sickness and the sickness that washed her because of her pregnancy. And, now that she was feeling better she had vowed to make more of an effort in showing her children the joys of the Capital. This morning was the first part of that.
The walk, with her son, to the place where the Knights were known to train with sword and horse, was the most entertaining that Leona had felt for a while. She was glad that she had been persuaded to leave Maria at home with the family so that she could fully enjoy her son’s attention. The two of them pretended to ride his stallion, and she laughed and giggled with him as he kissed her hand and spoke most graciously of her beauty. They had stopped by the sweet stalls in the market, and danced and played through the streets for much of the morning on their way to the big adventure of the day.
On arriving, her sons face made the moment the most perfect.
The boy ran up to the fencing, and his mouth hung wide open with joy and admiration as he stood, trembling with excitement, watching the men in their practices. Leona came to his side, her hand on his shoulder as she leant on the barrier and watched also, though her eyes went to her son more often than to the men in the field.
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Salvatore Deliambre / Tristan Deschênes
Possibly @oscarsforza / Donato Savarese / @pierredeveraux - or anyone else really that would likely to be here