Thread: A Hero's Return ((Methos&Crystalfox))

Guillaume had heard that his sister wouldnt be able to attend the feast as evidently she wasnt feeling well. Thus he wasnt terribly surprised when she didnt seek him out before the feast as they had planned the day before. Although he was naturally disappointed not to have had the chance to see how his little sister was doing. Hed gone to her room but the servants had shooed him away indicating that she was sleeping and he should let her recover. Thus he simply left a hastily penned and sealed message with one of her maids that he hoped she felt better and hed see her soon. Thus he wiled away the rest of his day. Rather stealthily hed managed to slip away from all his well wishers to find his way to the training yard and there simply concentrated on his sword work for several hours. He utilized some the training dummies as well as several guardsmen he drafted into sparring partners. Thus he occupied himself in rather simple physical exertion, moving through the back and forth of cuts and parries. His brawny form straining as he kept his sword continuously in motion as he elected to spar with both of the guards at once. That handicap made it a challenge although given time he disarmed them both. A rather luxurious bath followed and then he donned a crimson hued shirt and a black coat and tight fitting britches of the same colour. Fine leather boots were pulled on as well and his sword was belted to his waist. As the occasion was rather formal a silver circlet rested upon his brow as was appropriate for the crown prince. Hed been promised rather lavish entertainment and the finest culinary delights the palaces chefs could provide, so he was looking forward to seeing the exact nature of the spectacle planned. Although he wasnt terribly sure hed enjoy being the focus of everyones attention. The food itself was delightful as course after course of delicacies were set before him. Some he merely tasted and other he claimed a larger portion. He couldnt fault his father for stinting on the wine, as the finest the royal cellars held was running over his cup tonight. Nor did the serving girls seem to let him take a sip but for buzzing around him and refilling his glass. Nor was he unaware of the manner in which they leaned against and brushed themselves to him whenever they refilled his glass. Bards proved the earliest entertainment. Although they all strived to out do each other in lavishing praise upon and exaggerating the extent of his deeds to the point where he was slightly astonished by the fact he still felt quite mortal and had yet to move mountains merely with the act of furrowing his brow. Although he didnt protest, he simply listened and parts of what they spoke of slightly resembled things that had happened on the campaign. The rest he supposed was poetic license. He drank rather steadily and soon found himself listening to a rather pretty girl singing while playing a harp as large as she. A rather pleasant sight and a fetching voice as well. But as eye candy went she was really only an opening act for what followed, for afterwards a troop of dancing girls was summoned forth. If the king was clearly fascinated, the prince was entirely so. Those purple and blue costumes which seemed to cling to every curve and the rather provocative motions of their body, with that sensual grind of their hips, the thrust of their chest and the sway of their bodies had his rather rapt attention. He seemed rather particularly captivated by a blonde haired dancer whom if he didnt know better seemed to always make each suggestive motion in his direction. Of course the benefit of being prince was that when he saw something he wanted he got it. With wine causing lust to flare easily, he called over the castle steward and rather firmly indicated he wanted that blonde haired dancing girl sent to him later that night and to pay her whatever she wanted. The rest of the evening would pass by rather quickly as the King offered a toast to him and thereafter, he spoke briefly thanking his soldiers, the gods and everyone for being here with him tonight. He launched into a few brief remarks about the last three years of war. Afterwards it all descended into more glad handing and various women propositioning him. However, his mind seemed rather fixed on what he craved that particular eve. Thus once liberated from his adoring publicly and slightly intoxicated he made his way to his chambers. Naturally as he lounged in a chair there he awaited his entertainment.