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Post by Ceridwen on Aug 3, 2007 22:20:50 GMT -5
"Your heart? I could lie, say that your heart is cold as ice, that there is no room there for anything but the love you have for your country. But I don't lie about what I see." She said, turning her face to see him, her hair falling on the opposite side of her face. "Your heart is like that of men, impatient, rampaging about and not waiting for others to speak first. You love your country more then life itself, and I do not doubt that you would give your life for it. But something is lacking, and that, is for you to know, and me not to." She said, turning her eyes up to see him. Used to be, that before in her old village, many had come to see her and ask her to read their hearts, or their future. She had said only what she could, and many had been displeased with what they heard. She waited to see what he would react like.
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Lord Commander De Montford
Men
Lord Commander of the Royal Guard[M:5600]
Because your heart is open. You hold nothing back
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Post by Lord Commander De Montford on Aug 3, 2007 22:29:07 GMT -5
Arthur was not overly happy with what she told her, but then again he wasn't unhappy with it either. Part of it was true, he guessed. He would die for his country, or more rather he would die to protect his greatest friend who stood beside him. He tried to picture himself as being impatient, and rampaging, but he could only picture justice, towards his enemies. That was the only time he rampaged.
And it wasn't his job to listen to what the peasant's problems were, that was for the social dictator. It was de Montford's job to deal with those who threatened to silence the peasants altogether.
He nodded slowly, looking into her eyes, willing himself not to look away. "Then perhaps one day I will know what it is I lack..." he tried to speak as warmly as he could, but he didn't truly think he lacked much.
He breathed in, looking again at Aric and the animals, the trees around him and how the light ran through them. It was beautiful if you weren't fighting with someone.
"My name is Arthur de Montford," he said, with a slow nod of the head, eager to change the topic and to ease the tension. "High Lord of Men and commander of the royal guard." He loved the title, and he loved saying it.
"What is your name, dear ranger?"
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