Thread: Change and Stasis (Candy_demon21 & Greeneyed23)

To see the young knight disappear through the crowd so quickly and leave with little more than a polite bow, to say that Elizabeth was not disheartened was an understatement. Her full bottom lip turned up into a small, childish pout. To have only spoken to him, she thought. Surly the knight did not have prior engagements than his master's funeral. The young woman had not taken notice that her father was watching. A soft laugh, even if it was not as light hearted as usual. I presume the saddened pout you give to the courts is due to Sir Issac leaving so quickly, or am I by some change growing old?The raven haired princess nodded her head and looked up to her father. You, by no means father, are old. And yes, this look is due to the young knight leaving as soon as he did. Daughter you must remember, he has lost someone close to him, we all have. The young Knight must acclimate to his new home. Forgive him this one time, I am sure it was no out of rude intent. The princess nodded with a soft sigh. Perhaps I could ask a boon of you father? The elder man raised a bushy eyebrow quizzically. Go on Elizabeth. Taking in a deep breath and reaching out, taking her father's hand, she looked up to him with that pleading look that often got her what she desired, the king knew the face well. Father, perhaps in honor of Sir Timothy's passing, and to honor our newest knight, perhaps we could have a banquet. To honor them both. Tis a bit somber, but the young knight deserves at the very least for the courts to honor him? The king thought for a long while, before he raised his daughter's hand to his lips and laid upon her ivory skin, a feather soft kiss. We will do this for him, and our fallen friend.The princess wanted to jump up from her seat and dance around like a buffoon, but, after years of learning the proper way to be a lady, she held her excitement in check. Send a mes-the princess stood slowly and shook her head kindly at her father, Perhaps, might I send a lady in waiting with the message to the young knight? The king laughed softly, If you wish it so Elizabeth. Perhaps her fancy this young knight. Elizabeth froze and gazed wide eyed at her father, Do not be foolish father, yes the young knight is handsome but I know not his mannerisms nor do I know his character. Being a knight shows that he is noble and strong yes, but is his heart kind and gentle? This all of course was to hide the fact that, yes the princess did fancy the young man. Even if it was his looks thus far. Very well daughter, you may send a lady to the Sir Issac's home and give word of the banquet we will have in his honor. The princess bowed her head to her father, Thank you, With those few words said, she pulled her hand from her father's gentle grasp and stared slowly towards the corridor which lead to her chambers. The moment she was well out of sight and ear shot of the nobles and their ladies, she rushed to her chambers and clambered in. Highness!Several of the young woman yelped, having been startled, Why ever are you in such a rush? One of the young woman asked, an curious expression painted over her features. Walking forward and taking the young woman's hand, Elizabeth beamed, I need you to deliver a message for me. Go to Sir Timothy's dwelling, which now belongs to Sir Issac. Tell Sir Issac that a banquet shall be held in his honor, and for the loss of our dear friend. You must hurry. The young woman, for the longest time, simply stood there, perplexed. With a disgruntled sigh, Elizabeth pointed towards the door and ushered the young woman out. Yes, o-of course highness. The young woman took off out of the princess's chamber. She walked briskly past the nobles, keeping her head down. The moment she was free of the castle, the young woman rushed through the streets until she reached Sir Timothy's dwelling. Wrapping her small fist against the door, the young woman dropped her hands and waited patiently for the young knight to answer.