Thread: Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

He stopped and allowed her to catch up. She noticed that he had already added her kerchief to his helm indeed replacing the small rag that had been there. Of course Your grace but please Call me Ne'ebo or Sir Ne'ebo. Hargik is just my village of birth not my name. He studied her face curiously and a bit hungrily though he did not seem to be a threat to her in that way not because lack of interest but because of his clear sense of honor. Though rare some knights had taken liberties over the years trying to get her to kiss them or a few even more inappropriate tings. She knew just from his respectful manner and eyes that he would never mistreat her so. He smiles as the wind blows some snows onto them, I had never thought to see the snow in Camelot. Let alone to be participating in the Christmas Tournament. I am most grateful to Your Grace and your father for allowing me to. He looked over hi shoulder at Mathilde. Is your guardian to protect you from the weather? or the possibility of me being a brute? He smiles his eyes dancing with mischief. is zest and excitement for life is more apparent than it has been in any other man she has ever known, even the jolly archbishop. His absolute confidence in manner and movement speaks of a man who has done much but is always looking for more. The streets are packed with people but of course they shift aside for a knight and their beloved princess calling out her name, known calling for him though she can hear the confusion of the people, many asking who he is, some mistaking him for the Princess's new bodyguard. One small girl is leaning out into the street hanging from her mother's fingers when her grip slips throwing the child onto her face right before the knight. the entire crowd freezes in silence as the man looks down at the child who has not moved. Many know that some knights will beat or even kill a peasant who crosses his path. Ne'ebo lays his helm down to the side as he kneels ad gently helps the child up. Are you hurt little one? She has a small bump on her forehead and snow in her hair but she shakes her head. No Sir..Please don't beat me! Ne'ebo chuckled. No no dear one. i will not beat you. He brushes the snow from her hair. what is your name little one? Trala Sir. Enough of that Sir stuff. My name is Ne'ebo Trala. Im pleased to meet you. Trala this is is the Princess Fenice. Trala blinked up at the princess her big brown eyes widening but she remembered her manners and curtsied perfectly. It is an honor you Majesty. Ne'ebo smiled speaking with Trala's mother who stepped onto the road with the knight who turned to the princess. Your Grace would it be alright if my new friend Trala and her mother Brianne joined us walking to the tournament? They are to be my guests there. Brianne curtsies as well blushing at becoming a figure of interest as well. The closeness of the crowd would have prevented real discussion between the princess and Ne'ebo anyway as the people she was trying to rescue her father from had many spies. The crowd watches the princess silently Trala and her mother both nervous. they know the Princess to be a good woman but they knew that sometimes the nobles could be very mercurial especially when interrupted. Ne'ebo is perfectly relaxed waiting for her answer having fetched his helm.