Jeremiah was never one to pry. He was a loyal knight. He knew his place, and that place was beside the king.
But in such cases, he felt the need to intervene.
The fiery red headed Lady Stadfeld was an amusing creature, as everyone who came into contact with her noted, himself and his king included.
So Jeremiah went out of his way to arrange for the girl to sit beside his king for dinner, while he himself sat a few chairs away, watching the pair interact.
He was not disappointed. Whilst his King entertained his surrounding group, the girl tried extremely hard to ignore him, choosing instead to stab delicately at her food, an unhappy look upon her pretty face.
The girl's mother sent sharp glances at her daughter repeatedly, growing more and more mortified as the girl began to slouch ,watching as her daughter's carefully guarded expression turned into one of open boredom.
Jeremiah resisted the urge to laugh. Because only her mother and himself had been watching her so closely, only they had noticed the changes in the girl. The others remained oblivious. Including his King, Jeremiah noted with amusement.
It seemed the King was being equally stubborn as she, if not more so. He was in deep discussion with the Earl about something, and he did not once include the girl in the conversation.
He did however, glance at her ever so often as subtly as he could whenever he took a drink.
The king spoke with everyone but the annoyed girl to his left, until finally, his king had no choice but to include the girl or else make it seem as though he was shunning her.
Although Jeremiah could not hear much over the sounds of the large hall eating and talking, he could make out a few words if he strained.
". . .delicious dinner . . .enjoy . . . . hunt today. . .gown. . .yes?" His king had a pleasant look on his face, one he used when entertaining guests he wanted to keep relaxed.
The girl, for her part, looked like she was trying to keep a demure, interested look on her face, but to Jeremiah, was failing.
Her voice, he couldn't hear at all. His king apparently, had a time hearing her too, so he lead closer to her, his face staring down at the table for modesty, therefore failing to notice the blush that colored her cheeks as she spoke.
Jeremiah glanced at the girls mother, noting the way she watched her like a hawk, her own food forgotten.
"Lord Jeremiah, is something the matter?"
Jeremiah startled, before turning to look at the young man beside him.
"No, nothing at all. Just observing an interesting case of attraction."
A/N: chapter three. I had this chapter going in another direction, but darn it my hands just wouldn't type the words I wanted. So this ended up being a short perspective from our ever loyal knight Jeremiah. I originally had Jeremiah acting suspicious of Kallen and her intentions for Lelouch, but, that obviously didn't happen. Oh well. R&R
Disclaimer: I do not own Code Geass
