~Alicia~
I stared after him for a couple seconds before I realized I was alone. I began unhooking the clasps in the front of his tunic and slid out of it.
The times were obviously before deodorant. Sir Logrerri stunk.
Awkwardly standing in some old-timey knight's tent? Not my ideal holiday activity. When I'd taken a holiday from Uni, a week in France, I had
thought of nothing but lovely French boys and sunshine. Now, instead, I had some French creeps and a boy with really pretty eyes who'd
snuck up on me playing in the waterfall.
A violent shiver got my teeth chattering and my arms aching for my hoody. I took a deep breath and loosened my hair to let it fall about my
shoulders again. My fingers went to work pulling and twisting the curls into some semblance of rule. I took the heavy, plaited rope and twisted
it into a tight bun at the nape of my neck. It began to fall out immediately and I sighed in defeat. Oh cursed time before bobby pins.
"M'lady," Sir Logrerri began as he ducked back in, he froze when he saw me. "There was a problem with my tunic?" He asked, letting his havoc
wreaking eyes stroll leisurely over my bikini-clad body. I tensed under his gaze.
"N-no, sir Logrerri. I am just more comfortable in my own clothes, rather than those of a stranger." I smiled demurely, dipping a bit into a
curtsy.
"Lady Annette, please don't bow to me." Sir Logrerri pleaded, eyes softening from a smolder.
"Sorry, I'm not cut out for this. I don't know your dynamics around here. Trust me, I have no idea how much to know or say. I don't know how I
even got here. So I apologize for bowing to you, Sri Logrerri. It wasn't on purpose." I finished and by the look on his face I could tell he hadn't
understood half of what I'd said. "Je suis désolé," I'm sorry.
"You speak a strange form of English, m'lady." Sir Logrerri moved farther into the tent, closer to me. He seemed to remember his first question
and my answer in a new light. "I have a clean undershirt," He offered with a small smile.
"Okay," I watched the man move around me to a trunk. He moved lithely, emanating youth and strength. My first thought had been that he
was at least 30. I shook my head, I was an idiot.
"M'lady, you can call me by my given name." Sir Logrerri held out a plumy white shirt towards me, dropping his eyes to the floor.
"Thank you. What is it?" I pulled the shirt over my head, relishing in the soft material and the scent of clean water.
"'Tis James, m'lady." James grinned up at me, sweeping his lashes up slowly.
I smiled back, happy to be on familiar ground. I definitely knew how to flirt and how to handle boys who flirted. "You can't call me by Alicia,
though, can you?"
"You wish me to?"
I nodded once, toying with a curly tendril that tickled at my collarbone.