Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2014 23:30:27 GMT -5
The absence of members of the royal family in Lockewood had caused everyone to go on high alert. Those that had made it, remained within the confines of the castle grounds, but it was business as usual for those that knew the area, though Thorne and his younger cousins had been advised to stay close by. Thorne was not one to follow rules, especially when he had been on his best behavior for so long. He indulged himself in Vasile, watching others smiths work. Takings notes and making plans for the forges in Lockewood. He was home now, and though he would still need to behave, it was easier for him to go off on his own.
The apple orchards were not quite ready to be harvested, any that were early had already been pulled from the trees. The peaches though, hung heavy and sweet from their branches. Inviting the most gentle of tugs, and promised the best of the summer. However, Thorne was just honestly happy for any reason to leave the confines of the castle grounds.
He was saddling up his horse, a dappled colt that still had a bit of a stubborn streak, when someone, other than the stable hands, joined him. Martine seemed distraught, as she ought to be. Her cousins were missing. "Good afternoon, your grace." He paused in saddling his horse to bow his head. "I hope you are well today."
In truth, he was happy to see her. Their meeting had been far too formal, and any since then, Thorne had fought his desire to know her better. She appeared to be in simpler clothes of a color that reminded him of the yellow wildflowers at the edges of the fields. He remembered his mothers dresses. Fine though the cloth was, it was study and plain.
"Do you plan to ride this afternoon, your grace? Will a guard accompany you?"
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@martine
The apple orchards were not quite ready to be harvested, any that were early had already been pulled from the trees. The peaches though, hung heavy and sweet from their branches. Inviting the most gentle of tugs, and promised the best of the summer. However, Thorne was just honestly happy for any reason to leave the confines of the castle grounds.
He was saddling up his horse, a dappled colt that still had a bit of a stubborn streak, when someone, other than the stable hands, joined him. Martine seemed distraught, as she ought to be. Her cousins were missing. "Good afternoon, your grace." He paused in saddling his horse to bow his head. "I hope you are well today."
In truth, he was happy to see her. Their meeting had been far too formal, and any since then, Thorne had fought his desire to know her better. She appeared to be in simpler clothes of a color that reminded him of the yellow wildflowers at the edges of the fields. He remembered his mothers dresses. Fine though the cloth was, it was study and plain.
"Do you plan to ride this afternoon, your grace? Will a guard accompany you?"
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@martine