Post by Nicholas Miller on Mar 20, 2015 17:21:25 GMT -5
Two days of mucking out stables had done Sir Nicholas Miller some good. It was simple work, honest work. While there were obvious downsides to being surrounded by horses' waste, it had allowed him to stay mostly out of sight while the dust of his duel with Lucien settled. And now, he was back wearing his arms and armour and returned to his regular duties after a long bath and a thorough laundering of his clothes.
As his first assignment back, he was to be in the manning pool, waiting for orders to fill any task that may crop up. And he finally received his orders, relieving the boredom of a day on which he'd yet had to do any real work. Word had come the lady Dahlia Romanov was wanted by royalty. The details were scarce, but he was to collect her and bring her to one of the salons House Deveraux was given for their use.
Of course, he had started with her rooms, and when it became clear she was not there, the archer began to search the whole of the castle and grounds. It had taken time, but he finally come across a lead, that the young lady was in one of the more secluded gardens and had asked for solitude.
Nick had sadlu shaken his head at that. He knew all too well how one may need time for themselves when events threatened to overwhelm, but he had his orders.
When he reached the indicated area, it was there he found a young woman matching the description he'd been given. There was a hamdkerchief clutched in her hand and tears had stained her face. Part of Nick wanted to pad away, claim he did not find her. But another clamoured he had to do his duty, and yet, another sought to temper his dilligence. And truth be told, it was not the first time his charge was distraught and he took two steps back, still unseen by the lady. It would not do for her to know she'd been seen in such a state by a complete stranger.
Therefore, from just around the corner, he gently cleared his throat to announce his presence. And he waited a little before speaking, his voice heavy with his peasant brogue. "My Lady, I'm Sir Nicholas Miller of the Royal Guard. May I approach?"
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As his first assignment back, he was to be in the manning pool, waiting for orders to fill any task that may crop up. And he finally received his orders, relieving the boredom of a day on which he'd yet had to do any real work. Word had come the lady Dahlia Romanov was wanted by royalty. The details were scarce, but he was to collect her and bring her to one of the salons House Deveraux was given for their use.
Of course, he had started with her rooms, and when it became clear she was not there, the archer began to search the whole of the castle and grounds. It had taken time, but he finally come across a lead, that the young lady was in one of the more secluded gardens and had asked for solitude.
Nick had sadlu shaken his head at that. He knew all too well how one may need time for themselves when events threatened to overwhelm, but he had his orders.
When he reached the indicated area, it was there he found a young woman matching the description he'd been given. There was a hamdkerchief clutched in her hand and tears had stained her face. Part of Nick wanted to pad away, claim he did not find her. But another clamoured he had to do his duty, and yet, another sought to temper his dilligence. And truth be told, it was not the first time his charge was distraught and he took two steps back, still unseen by the lady. It would not do for her to know she'd been seen in such a state by a complete stranger.
Therefore, from just around the corner, he gently cleared his throat to announce his presence. And he waited a little before speaking, his voice heavy with his peasant brogue. "My Lady, I'm Sir Nicholas Miller of the Royal Guard. May I approach?"
@dahliaromanov