Post by Salvatore Deliambre on Jan 22, 2017 22:46:04 GMT -5
In the days since he'd been quarantined from the rest of the castle as a result of the snow-sickness, Salvatore lost track of days. The sickness imposed a considerable fever and fatigue on its victims, leaving the Claviger Knight significantly weakened and at its mercy despite Lady Gwynevere's and Lady Lily's efforts to treat him. He was - if he was truly honest - a terrible patient, refusing to keep still and rest, consume the fluids assigned to him, and generally obey his healer's orders despite scoldings of which his own sister would be proud.
His latest effort at disobedience came in a two-prong effort. Prying himself out of the bed, Tory was determined to go in search of parchment, pen, and ink. He had not written to Carlotta in some time and knew his sister would grow concerned if she did not hear from him soon. Not only that, but there had been some form of hubbub in the past day or so, yet neither lady would tell him what was going on. They assured him that everything was well under control, that his sole task was to rest and heal, and to keep to the room assigned him. He was growing rather tired of their efforts to deflect him, determined to learn what transpired.
The effort it cost him to rise and pull on tunic and trews, along with a pair of soft half boots nearly sent him back to bed, yet Tory gritted his teeth and stood, making his way to the door. Stepping out into the hall, he made it to the main hall without encountering either of his caregivers, dropping onto a bench gratefully to rest. The sickness rendered him embarrassingly weak. While he sat there, one of the servants passed, allowing Tory to hail him and draw his attention.
A few minutes' conversation soon brought the knight to current on events. The quarantine had done its work in preventing the spread of illness; only one or two others besides Princess Olympe, Prince Olivier and himself fell ill. What he had not anticipated, however, was the news that Princess Mariette was missing. There were searches going on on to track and find her, the man informed him, led by Sir Nicholas and the Lord Marshal, but no luck so far.
Tory thanked the servant, sending him on his way before he gained his feet, intending to find his cloak, riding boots, and sword belt. He could not sit idly by while there was a crisis...
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