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.

Vince Speak’s To Abel

Vince found Abel sitting in the guardroom, The young man jumped to his feet seeing his mentor “Sir” he saluted.

“Stand down solider; I come as your father in law not as your commander”

“All the more reason to salute then Sir” the young man grinned.

 “Follow me, I wish to talk with you” Vince nodded heading out on to the rooftop with Able trotting behind.

 

Vince Talks to Persia

Persia stormed into her chamber’s slamming the door behinds she flung herself heavily against the door. “I hate him” she scowled frustrated.

“Hate who?” a familiar voice asked.

Persia Show’s Contempt

Persia hurried down the corridor as quickly as her leg’s would carry her without running. Abel her betrothed following close behind. The past week had been a nightmare ever since new year Abel had been posted to the castle barrack’s and he chased her everywhere.

Sad New’s

Thomas sat in his study, he’d given strict instruction’s that should Holly wake he was to be informed immediately. He was trying to read Vince’s progress report but his mind kept wandering and he was struggling to say focused, most of the report detailed daily going’s on nothing much of interest.  Some information about the attack and fire over at the church but finally near the bottom he came across something which made him pause.

Asha Ponder’s the Option’s

Alice got progressively worse and eventually Vincent was forced to take her up to her room leaving Asha alone to her thoughts. She wasn’t sure what she made of Vincent’s explanation it was all to un-believable to make rational judgment on. The only thing she knew for sure as that without him she would be dead.

Eventually she made her way outside, things seemed peaceful here. Looking up at the moon she ran the events of the past few day’s though her head.  She was deep in thought when a noise behind alerted her to someone else’s presence, glancing backwards she saw Faulke walking towards her.

Vincent Explain’s

Asha eye’d the young girl warily, something was most certainly not right. Yet everyone in the room acted as though they’d been expected Alice’s sudden turn.

Asha watched as Alice got progressively more fidgety and after a while it seemed as though Vincent was almost holding her still his arm’s wrapped tightly around her no longer comfortingly, becoming more protective and firm as she struggled beneath.

A Bad Time

Asha spent most of the day pottering around the small farmstead and the occupants seemed happy enough to let her wander freely.

Maud the older woman who’d provided breakfast was friendly enough and happy to answer any questions about the farm or people.

The only time she’d go strangely quiet was when Asha questioned her about Vincent or about Asha’s arrival.  The younger girl Alice was like wise just as friendly, chattering as young girls do about everything and anything. Likewise though all she would say about Vincent was that he’d be here at tea time.