Post by Nicholas Miller on Jun 3, 2016 21:28:40 GMT -5
There were few ways to put it: Mariette had ambushed her bodyguard earlier. Sir Nicholas Miller, as a rule, was one who knew traps but he'd never seen that one coming. At first, he had been terrified, but it had turned out well. The air, regarding Gabrielle had been cleared and the archer had made his intentions clear to the ordinarily sunny little princess. And once she'd been satisfied he would treat the handmaid honourably, had eased off on his case.
There had been warnings, and reminding him of the cost he could bear should Gabrielle be willing to marry him. And to him, such a price was one he was more than willing to pay. After all, the young redhead was a woman he treasured a great deal, and if his place among the Clavigers was going to be the sacrifice he would have to make, then so be it.
But if anything, there was one person who needed to know about this. Being common-born, Nick was not exactly well-endowed with people he could speak to. Oh, he did have some sergeants in his band of archers with the experience, but he was not a mere archer anymore, he was their captain. And he was not nearly so well-born as the other knights and the men-at-arms who'd come along.
But what was the most ironic was that it was the commander of the men-at-arms he could confide in, a knight born to a great house, and his mentor.
With the day's duties seen to, and Nick having made sure there would be good men to keep an eye on his charge, he made hsi way to where Sir Salvatore Deliambre was quartered, but no before finding a small cask of beer and some mugs, because that is the kind of conversation that would go much easier with something of the like to share between them.
Upon reaching the senior knight's door, the archer knocked.
Salvatore Deliambre
There had been warnings, and reminding him of the cost he could bear should Gabrielle be willing to marry him. And to him, such a price was one he was more than willing to pay. After all, the young redhead was a woman he treasured a great deal, and if his place among the Clavigers was going to be the sacrifice he would have to make, then so be it.
But if anything, there was one person who needed to know about this. Being common-born, Nick was not exactly well-endowed with people he could speak to. Oh, he did have some sergeants in his band of archers with the experience, but he was not a mere archer anymore, he was their captain. And he was not nearly so well-born as the other knights and the men-at-arms who'd come along.
But what was the most ironic was that it was the commander of the men-at-arms he could confide in, a knight born to a great house, and his mentor.
With the day's duties seen to, and Nick having made sure there would be good men to keep an eye on his charge, he made hsi way to where Sir Salvatore Deliambre was quartered, but no before finding a small cask of beer and some mugs, because that is the kind of conversation that would go much easier with something of the like to share between them.
Upon reaching the senior knight's door, the archer knocked.
Salvatore Deliambre