With the quiet burst of dawn the hostlers of Pirate's Swoop began to muck
out the
stables and groom the well-gathered menagerie of horses .Some residence of the castle
had begun their regular routine of cleaning ;whether dusting , washing or sweeping ,
while others cooked. It was one such resident that walked into the mess hall , carrying a
tray of cutlery and plates when she was startled by the heavy grunts ( eww no way you
sick minded people , this is not a G/R story) coming from a stiff backed chair sitting
sturdily before the smoking hearth. Walking towards the slouched figure she took in a
panicked breath , the lingering stink of alcohol tickling her throat. Pulling one of the
servants from the hall she briskly ask them to fetch the baron . Shaking her head she
glanced at the man slouched in the chair and was reminded of and old saying, nobles; a
fool's feast for taking.
George was not in the least bit pleased to be waken , stiff and tires on his desk , let alone
by a slightly pale and twitchy young boy. But still his displeasure was tested and wearily
gave way to pity when he finally arrived in the mess hall to find Lord Raoul looking
more bewildered than George himself. With experienced eyes the baron took in Raoul's
appearance. From his bloodshot eyes stained by dark circles , the way his shirt was
layered and cross-hatched with wrinkles , to the wine bottle glinting a sickly green across
the stone floor he could not help but sigh. The air smelled vile, a salty musky sent. Ale
and wine , he thought , shaking the knight's shoulder to wake him again. Dusted with a
thin layer of whiskers Raouls face was darker still, matching the quiet hollowness of his
eyes. Pulling the man from his chair George slung his arm over his back , hoping that the
man had sense enough to keep walking , keep standing. Muttering under his breath he
lead Raoul up stairs , George's whispers barely echoing behind them 'For mithros's sake
Raoul , why do you do this to yourself?'
It was early, barely passed dawn and his temper was now seething. It was simply too
early to be waken . Raoul , the poor coot, becoming a slave and turning a pleasure of life
into a scapegoat. Was it not enough to have to watch her fade , weep and suffer without
him stepping in . Alanna . He could see her face, how she would look when he told her.
Tears , no . She would not cry at first. First there would be anger , disappointment then
sadness. Reality always hit her after she was tired with her temper , he knew the looks ,
the shouts that would come but he could not stop the tears , he had to tell her. Turning
once again to the scattered mess of his bureau his face faded to a frown. He saw a letter
placed on his desk dotted with a blue seal which unmistakably marred the vellum
envelope , and the writing on the gilt edged letter could be none other than Jon's.
Okay this was a boring intermediate chapter . Things are gonna start happenin in the next chappie though , don't worry .I know long long time. But ive been writing most of the chappies so the story's almost done. 4 reviews and ill update , I leave in your keys.
stables and groom the well-gathered menagerie of horses .Some residence of the castle
had begun their regular routine of cleaning ;whether dusting , washing or sweeping ,
while others cooked. It was one such resident that walked into the mess hall , carrying a
tray of cutlery and plates when she was startled by the heavy grunts ( eww no way you
sick minded people , this is not a G/R story) coming from a stiff backed chair sitting
sturdily before the smoking hearth. Walking towards the slouched figure she took in a
panicked breath , the lingering stink of alcohol tickling her throat. Pulling one of the
servants from the hall she briskly ask them to fetch the baron . Shaking her head she
glanced at the man slouched in the chair and was reminded of and old saying, nobles; a
fool's feast for taking.
George was not in the least bit pleased to be waken , stiff and tires on his desk , let alone
by a slightly pale and twitchy young boy. But still his displeasure was tested and wearily
gave way to pity when he finally arrived in the mess hall to find Lord Raoul looking
more bewildered than George himself. With experienced eyes the baron took in Raoul's
appearance. From his bloodshot eyes stained by dark circles , the way his shirt was
layered and cross-hatched with wrinkles , to the wine bottle glinting a sickly green across
the stone floor he could not help but sigh. The air smelled vile, a salty musky sent. Ale
and wine , he thought , shaking the knight's shoulder to wake him again. Dusted with a
thin layer of whiskers Raouls face was darker still, matching the quiet hollowness of his
eyes. Pulling the man from his chair George slung his arm over his back , hoping that the
man had sense enough to keep walking , keep standing. Muttering under his breath he
lead Raoul up stairs , George's whispers barely echoing behind them 'For mithros's sake
Raoul , why do you do this to yourself?'
It was early, barely passed dawn and his temper was now seething. It was simply too
early to be waken . Raoul , the poor coot, becoming a slave and turning a pleasure of life
into a scapegoat. Was it not enough to have to watch her fade , weep and suffer without
him stepping in . Alanna . He could see her face, how she would look when he told her.
Tears , no . She would not cry at first. First there would be anger , disappointment then
sadness. Reality always hit her after she was tired with her temper , he knew the looks ,
the shouts that would come but he could not stop the tears , he had to tell her. Turning
once again to the scattered mess of his bureau his face faded to a frown. He saw a letter
placed on his desk dotted with a blue seal which unmistakably marred the vellum
envelope , and the writing on the gilt edged letter could be none other than Jon's.
Okay this was a boring intermediate chapter . Things are gonna start happenin in the next chappie though , don't worry .I know long long time. But ive been writing most of the chappies so the story's almost done. 4 reviews and ill update , I leave in your keys.