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Phew okie a quicky “none story” post.

Eadric’s Nurse

Valdermar sat in Eadric’s nursery, watching the baby play happily on the floor, the little boy had quickly mastered crawling and now he was mobile he seemed to find a way of getting his finger’s into everything.

The baby was almost weaned and the wet nurse now only visited twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening and Valdermar had just about finished getting affair’s on the new estate straight.

Maegan In Control

Maegan paced around the study, Jed farmer was about to arrive to discuss plan’s for the expansion of his farm. She knew Jed would expect to see Christopher so not only did she need to convince Jed that she could speak for her husband but she needed to do it all without raising his suspicions the whole Vaux reputation was riding on no-one knowing that Christopher was missing.

Road to Recovery

Jaedyn headed to the baby’s nursery. Standing in the centre of the room Gabriel stood with the baby in his arm’s, gently rocking the little boy to back and too.

“He’ll never learn to sleep alone if you keep coddling him” she smiled walking carefully though the dimly lit room resting one hand on her husbands shoulder so she could peer at the baby.

A Little Wolf

Vincent raced towards the farmhouse using his unnatural quickness he quickly found the source of the commotion, in the back bedroom Alice had made he first full transformation into battle form out of control she was struggling to make sense of the rage that battled inside her.

One Difficult Woman

Abel lent back in the chair with Daniel sat opposite, the pair had become great friends during their time at university and both were grateful for the ally when most of the older noblemen tended to band together and both where finding it difficult to find their place in the political hierarchy.

Daniel was eager to move out of the Castle with Sophie and as one of the royal children having his own estate was a certainty and Thomas had promised him Graymont as soon as he’d completed the repair’s to the house he’d be allowed to move in.

Cold Dinner

Persia sat glaring coldly over the other side of the table to where Abel sat. Her father could make her attend dinner, he could insist she spoke politely to him, but he could not make her like him.

So far dinner had been an uncomfortable string of pleasantries and she could tell her short none committal answer’s where starting to frustrate her date. Abel’s chambers where clean and well kept as one would expect of a noblemen with servant’s to take care of his needs, the table lit with a single candle in some vain attempt’s to create a romantic atmosphere Persia decided disgustedly.

Stupid Duncan

Quillen ran down the corridor tears streaming down his face this was all his father’s fault, both of them! Stupid men with their stupid secret’s! Oh how he’d love to wipe that smug look from Duncan’s face thinking he was Sooooo important because he was the hier to the throne. Stupid people all of them.

Wooden Sword’s

Danson watched quietly as the two boy’s practiced their sword fighting. The wooden swords clashing together in a flurry of blow’s he found the rhythmic tap of wood on wood somewhat relaxing.

Both boy’s where excellent students, Quillen was perhaps the better swordsmen but what Duncan lacked in that department he more than made up for academically excelling in Latin and the subject of law.

As he watched Danson wondered if the lesson’s, these fight’s they meticulously practiced now would one day turn become real. It was a question everyone thought about and the reason why Thomas allowed Quillen to continue to train as a knight. Hoping the friendship forming between the boy’s would continue on into adulthood where they would each rule their own kingdom.

Abel Lose’s His Temper

Persia sat in the kitchen resting for a moment while she waited for the tray of food to take to the Queen’s room. Holly had woken and so far had refused to speak to anyone about her condition and had refused to speak to Thomas at all.

The door opened and Abel walked in, “Persia” he smiled in a way that let her know he’d been looking for her.

Mind Wipe

“Vincent” Faulk called, chasing down the path. The sun was just coming up over the horizon and it was time for Vincent to head back to the safety of the home he shared with the other vampires.